Page 25 of My Fakish Fiancé


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It was still surreal to be out with someone who was technically famous. We were meeting Aaron's family at the surprise destination. Aaron still had yet to tell me where we were going as we made our way onto the airplane. Our seats were in first class but at the back of the first-class section.

As we walked to our seats, the first-class passengers ignored us, but as the people in business class walked past, they stared at us with jealousy, wishing they were us.

"These seats are nice," I confessed to Aaron.

He knew I had never sat in first class before. The seats were much roomier and more significant than business class or coach. We also had television screen monitors on the seats in front of us, so we could watch whatever we wanted.

I had never experienced such luxuries before, and I appreciated Aaron for booking such excellent seats.

"They better be, for how much they cost," Aaron joked as he opened the window shade.

He sat next to the window, and I had the aisle seat.

"How much did it cost you? You could have just gotten me a seat in coach or business class. I wouldn't have minded."

"Nonsense. You're my girl now, so I'm going to treat you as such," Aaron said, knocking our shoulders together.

I did my best not to flush red at his words. I knew he was joking, but everything just felt so real already.

We chit-chatted a little as the flight filled up, but we were quiet during takeoff. I noticed Aaron gripping the armrest as we took off, so I took his hand in mine and shot him a warm smile. He returned my smile, but I could tell from his eyes that he was anxious.

"There's nothing to be worried about. Planes are one of the safest forms of transportation," I whispered in Aaron's ear.

He nodded, "I just don't like heights too much."

That made sense. We had gone to Six Flags when we were fifteen, and Aaron hated all the roller coasters. It made sense why he was nervous about the heights.

"I'll protect you," I said.

That made Aaron laugh.

Once in the air, we looked through the movies and decided to watch the newest action film. It didn't have anyone too famous, but the fight scenes were entertaining.

About an hour into the flight, Aaron nudged me.

"What?"

Aaron pointed to the couple sitting across from us.

The couple had the same hair color and a blanket across their laps. At first glance, I had no clue why Aaron had pointed them out to me, but then I saw movement under the blanket. Glancing up at the gentleman's face, I saw his eyes were closed, and his mouth was open in a small O. The lady was clearly giving him some action underneath the blanket.

My cheeks flushed at the sight. I was watching a man getting a hand job on an airplane. It was shocking and made me squirm in my seat.

I quickly turned away and shot Aaron a dirty look.

"What? Never gotten frisky on an airplane before?"

My mouth dropped open. Has Aaron done stuff on an airplane before?

"Of course not, have you?"

Aaron shook his head as he laughed.

"What sorts of stuff have you done then?" I found myself asking.

Aaron was the bad boy in school, so I wondered how experienced he was, especially compared to me.

"You know, the usual stuff."

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