Dove
"I'm going to hit the hay," Miley stretched after we had been in the air for about three hours. Bucky had decided it would be best if we fly at night then we would arrive in France at night as well which would technically mean we would have chased the moon.
He also wanted two days off so there was that.
We both said goodnight to Miley as she left to the back of the jet. When she was gone I turned to Bucky, "how many bedrooms are on the jet?"
"Three," he smiled and immediately threw his arm over my shoulder. The seats were practically comfortable recliner couches and you could drop the middle to make it one large couch. He pressed the button and within seconds two were now one. "Finally alone," he wiggled his eyebrows as he pulled me to his side.
"I was working," I chuckled as I looked at my business studies textbook. "You're going to make me get an F on my exam two weeks from now."
