just a little bit closer

just a little bit closer by ssaarah

 

I ran my hands through my hair as I tried to juggle my purse and my carry on bag as long as grab a much needed cup of coffee. I hated flying, but I guess I'd been in worse airports than LAX.

"Extra espresso please." I begged the barista, having to get up so early was a bummer. I was a morning person, but the kind who lazily painted in her underwear and sipped cappucino. Not the kind that actually left her apartment. She gave me a sympathetic nod and went to make my coffee. I took it graciously from her, not even caring that it slightly burned as it went down my throat. I would have taken it in an IV if I could. Not that I wasn't greatful. It was last minute, but a gallery in New York wanted to showcase my latest collection and asked me to be there. I was thrilled really. I hadn't been to the city since College and was itching to spend some time away from California where everything reminded me of Travis. Not to mention I was flying first class and would spend my time in a ritzy hotel all paid for by the gallery. Not a bad way to spend the week if you asked me. If only I could stay awake to get on the plane. I was a little late so by the time I reached the gate they were already boarding for first class. I handed the attendant my admittedly rumpled up ticket and he gave me an annoyed look before letting me by. I guess most first class flyers don't stuff airplane tickets into their pockets while they try to hurry and put their boots back on after security. Why the hell did I have to take my boots off anyways?

I padded through the makeshift hallway to the plane and stopped dead when I reached my seat. Travis Cole was sitting in the seat nearest mine, his headphones in, a cup of coffee in the armrest next to him, and his eyes closed as he leaned back casually.

"Am I being punked?" I asked bluntly, making his eyes open fast.

"Lila?" he blinked and when the guy behind me made a sound I quickly stuffed my carry on into the space above the seats and took my own seat. Directly between the large first class windows...and Travis.

"What are you doing on my plane?" I glared at him, though my body had gone alive the minute that I saw him. It always did. It didn't matter that he didn't love me. It was enough for it that he wanted me. And it was tingling being so close to him.

"Your plane?" he shot me an amused glance but I just glared at him and his face turned more sserious. "I have an audit meeting in New York." he said slowly. "The better question is what are you doing here?"

"Being a part of fates cruel joke." How could I be flying across the country. Literally, and still have the one man I needed a break from to be next to me? And why did I actually not WANT a break from him!? I was a crazy person. I was slowly slipping into Travis induced insanity.

"Apparently." he groaned, looking about as excited as I felt about spending a 5 hour flight with each other. "Don't worry I won't bother you." he added, closing his eyes again when I didn't respond. Why was this happening? My chest ached as I listened to the flight attendant remind us to turn off all electronic devices. I poked at Travis and he groaned and opened his eyes to glare at me.

"You have to turn your music off." He pressed a button on his ipod and mumbled under his breath.

"We still have a bunch of minutes before taking off."

"I was afraid you'd fall asleep." I shrugged nonchalantly and then yawned, looking at Travis' still full coffee cup, while mine was long gone.

"You can have it if you want." his low voice said softly.

"Okay thanks." I replied before grabbing the cup and taking a few big sips. God I loved coffee. Plus it was acting like a drug against my nervousness. Travis smirked as he watched me and took his headphones off.

"Sleepy?" he asked and I just shrugged, I was....but that wasn't all of it. "Nervous?"

"Planes do make me nervous." I admitted with a sigh, shaking my head slowly.

"Then it's a good thing you found me, isn't it?" He joked, looking way more relaxed than I was. I sighed. It was better than freaking out in front of a stranger I guessed.

"Good thing." I nodded, looking out the window at the workers who were loading cargo onto the plane.

"Lil." I felt Travis grab my hand and start rubbing his thumb over me, soothing me. I didn't know why we were like this. We both knew we were basically toxic to each other but we couldn't stay away. It was impossible. Though I was in love with him. What the hell was his excuse?

"How long will you be in New York?" I asked, leaning into the seat and letting his hand caressing mine sooth away the nervousness. Almost. Didn't help that it also turned me on.

"4 or 5 days depending on how fuc.ked up the New York finances are." He said, glaring at the invisible workers. I smirked.

"If you want something done right you have to do it yourself." I teased, since I knew what a control freak Travis was.

"True." he grinned at me and used his free hand to push my bangs out of my face before running his hand down my cheek. He was looking at me like he always did. Like I was something to take care of, but also fu.ck like mad...a delicious mix I had never found in a man. I hadn't had time to even wash my face this morning, let alone put on makeup, but somehow he still made me feel beautiful. "What about you?"

"A week. The Brookes Gallery is showing my collection at thier newest location opening."

"Wow." Travis gave me an impressed look. "Even I've heard of that. That's incredible for you Lil." I nodded.

"It's a little last minute, but apparently one of the board members saw my painting at a friends house and called my manager that day." I smiled as I thought of my art creating that kind of joy to someone. That's what I wanted. "Anyways they're putting me up in some fancy Times Square Hotel and wining and dining me." I grinned.

"Which fancy TImes Square Hotel?" he questioned. I pulled out my phone because I had the worst memory with these kind of things.

"The Michelangelo Hotel." I read off the itinerary email my manager had sent me and he sent me a strange look. "What?"

"That's where I'm staying." he said after a few moments of silence. I glared at him.

"Are you stalking me?" I asked, joking but also wondering why fate kept pushing us together. The free spirit artist girl in me wanted to say it was because we were meant to be, but then Travis didn't want me, at least not like that, so we were meant for nothing.

"Not last time I checked cutie." he smirked.

"Well at least I'll have someone to booty call if I strike out after clubbing." I joked since I had no desire whatsoever to club or try to meet men on this trip. More like work and shop too much and spend a lot of time inside of spas. Trav gave me an amused glance.

"And who are you going clubbing with?" he asked slowly, his voice was calm and soothing and so sexy it drove me mad. I pursed my lips together, then shrugged,

"Alone." I replied, not wanting to admit how fucked up I was right now.

"Yeah right." He let out a laugh as he looked at me, his hand squeezing mine gently. "Would they even let you inside? I mean, look at you...you're a baby."

"Stop with this baby thing, I'm a grown up woman and I can go alone wherever I want, whenever I want." I growled back at him, which only made him start laughing. That made me hit him. "Ugh stop!"

"OKay okay, I'll stop." he was still grinning like a moron. Like a too hot moron. "But you're still a baby to me."

"It sounds so sexy." I retorted flatly as I broke eye contact and then jumped as the plane started moving. Fuck....shit. Ugh I hated planes. "Oh my god." I choked out under my breath.

"See you can't even take a plane alone." he teased, making me even more mad.

"Travis, really, this is not the moment!" I glared, my hand squeezing Trav's as the plane took off but before I could freak out more Travis was cupping my face with his free hand and kissing me hard. Oh god I loved kissing him. "What are you doing, people could think we're together." I whispered against his mouth for no reason at all because all I wanted was to keep kissing him.

"I didn't see any fuckable girl on this plane." he joked back which made me groan and roll my eyes before he kissed me again. "And we're together on this plane, so..."

"God, you're the worst." I sighed, but didn't pull away, feeling more relaxed than ever with the feel of his lips on mine.

"I'm the best instead." he smirked then pulled back, which made me pout because I wasn't finished. I was never finished.....

"Were there extra cocky pills in that coffee? Should I be feeling the effects soon?" Travis grinned wider.

"As soon as your fiesty pills wear off yes." he smiled down at me and I felt the side of my lips tug upwards.

"Smartass" I reached up and this time it was me who was pressing our lips together, swiping my tongue against his until I felt no more nervousness, but was achy for more.

"Lila." He growled against my lips which honestly just fueled me on. I nipped at his lower lip and pulled back with a grin.

"Are financial audits fun?" I asked, moving our clasped hands to my lap and watching as his eyes followed.

"Oh buckets full." he said sarcastically which made me laugh.

"Maybe you should take a break to come see the gallery." I suggested, trying to seem non-chalant. He gave me a look I couldn't quite read. As if he was debating it in his head.

"I'd like that." he said finally. "Your art is incredible." I felt a warm tingly feeling go over me and I had to force the I love you back down my throat.

"Thank you." I whispered. We were looking at each other in silence then, that connection so palpable....so damn strong.

"Can I get you a drink?" Whatever was going on between us broke as the flight attendant spoke cheerily, eyeing Travis which made me roll my eyes. Not that I blamed her. I could stare at him all day long and never get tired of it. But still....we were still holding hands, he at least looked taken.

"A coke thanks." He said politely before turning back to me. At least he didn't seem interested.

"Nothing for me." I said flatly, waiting for her to pour Trav his drink before she left and he turned to smirk at me.

"I warn you, I'm bad at sharing." he teased as he took a long sip, which was silly since he'd just shared his coffee.

"I don't know about that, we shared things before." I replied softly.

"Mhm." he muttered as he swallowed. "Like what?"

"Your bed." I said simply and ran my hand through my hair as I thought about the night I had gone home with him and he'd treated me like someone special. I realized now that was probably when I started falling for him.

"Once." he pointed out, his thumb running in circles against my hand and making me forget my thoughts. "But true. What else?"

"Do you need me to make you a list?" I replied, not wanting to get into anything deep right now. "You should have taken more coffee, I might use some more."

"You're already caffeinated enough." he said seriously, "You won't give me any rest on this flight, will you?"

"You can rest." I replied seriously, pulling away from his hold to grab my ipad out of my bag.

"What will you do?"

"Read." I smirked, pressing the kindle app to the book I had downloaded. I was regretting not getting a drink. Something a little stronger than caffeine.

"What are you reading?" He asked, leaning over to lurk me over my shoulder. I turned and smirked.

"Why are you so interested? I thought you were tired." Travis used the proximity we'd created to lean in and kiss me quickly, sending a shock through my system as it usually did.

"I want to know what books you read." He shrugged.

"You can't guess?"

"Art books?" he offered. "Trashy romance novels?" I scoffed, but didn't admit I had a few of those downloaded too, but sitting next to him and reading about hot sex? No thank you.

"It's a murder mystery." I replied, flipping through the title pages.

"Huh." he grinned. "You continue to surprise me."

"Yes I'm full of surprises." I smirked, starting my book and then reaching up to press the button for the attendant.

"What do you need?" Trav asked, but I ignored him as the attendant came up to me.

"Miss?" She asked politely.

"Can I get a gin and tonic actually?" I asked, giving her a forced smile.

"May I see your ID?" she asked, making Travis start laughing as I growled and handed over my liscense to the girl.

"You're just jealous because you're old." I said under my breath as I put it away and pulled my hair to the top of my head, out of my face because it was annoying me almost as much as him. I grabbed the drink and took a small sip, licking my lips as he looked at me curiously.

"I can't be jealous of a baby." he said quietly, acting as though he was thinking hard. I shot the attandent another grin.

"Thank you." I said before turning back to Travis, "What?"

"I said nothing." he muttered, though his voice was laced with something strange as he shifted on his seat.

"You were looking me weird." I pointed out.

"Because you're doing something weird." he said back just as fast. I blinked. What was I doing?

"Don't you like my hair up?" I smirked, thinking of how many times he'd pulled it back for me while I was on my knees. He shook his head, probably trying not to think about what I was.

"You're drinking."

"So what, I'm old enough for that and I proved it." I replied, always more okay with making fun of myself than I was of him making fun of me.

"It's like 9 in the morning Lila." Travis groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"8:45" I corrected, taking another sip and then realizing why he was angry. "Oh sorry are you too old to appreciate morning drinking?" I teased him and he glared further. "Relax Travis it's just to calm me down a little. One gin and tonic never made anyone drunk."

"Still."

"Still what?" I snapped, annoyed at the parental way he was looking at me. It was one thing to joke about our age difference, it was another to actually see me as a kid.

"Nothing Lil....just...don't have another." I raised my brows and then lowered them into a glare.

"I wasn't planning on it, but if I want to I will."

"Try it and see what happens." He said back darkly. I didn't put it past him to just steal it from me but his attitude was pissing me off.

"You know I have quite a few brothers. I don't actually need any more."

"I have no desire to be your brother Lila." He said back, looking into my eyes. It was different this time. The over-caring was still there, but there was also desire so heated it went right through me.

"I don't understand." I whispered. I didn't get it at all. He wanted me. A lot. I saw that. Felt it in every touch, every look. He cared too. The way he took care of me when I was sick. The way he treated me, the way he touched me like I was precious. And he liked me. We could talk freely to each other, laugh and tease and just talk about everything and nothing. But he didn't love me. So what did he feel? Didn't all those things equal love? What was he thinking? Who was I to him?

"What don't you understand?" I shrugged, setting the half empty glass into the cup holder as I looked away. I knew it was a mistake to get into this right now. But still...

"You. Me. Us." I answered softly. Travis reacted like I knew he would, sighing and shaking his head.

"Lil, we can't go through this again. And not now that we're forced to be together for one million hours." he paused but then reached out for my chin, lifting it up until I was looking into those eyes that made me fall even deeper for him every time I saw them. "What if you don't like what I tell you and you want to be as far from me as you want?" he asked, teasing to make the moment lighter.

"Yeah, that'd be a problem considering the circumstances." I said eventually and gave him a small smile, after all I wanted to have a pleasent flight, and him telling me exactly how not in love with me he was wouldn't help.

"I like when you agree with me." he smiled back at me before grabbing my glass and downing the rest of my gin and tonic. I hit him.

"Travis! Oh god you're the worst!" I narrowed my eyes on him and he reached out to wrap his arm around me, pulling me against him as he laughed.

"Violence is never the answer cutie." I reached out and bit his lower lip, making him growl and kiss me in a way a man had no business kissing a girl in front of a plane full of people. But I couldn't have cared if you paid me. His tongue thrashed against mine and his hand reached out to grip my hip tightly.

"Travis." I let out a quiet moan and he pulled back, looking guilty as he shook his head and ran his hands through his hair.

"Sorry." I wasn't. I bit my lip and leaned into his big frame, pressing soft kisses against his neck slowly one after the other.

"Sorry for what? Stealing my drink? Or kissing me senseless." I teased, grinning wickedly at him in the way I knew drove him nuts.

"Not for stealing your drink. Though I am sorry for drinking it. It was disgusting." He made a face and I laughed, setting my hand on his thigh.

"If we were alone and you'd kissed me like that? I'd already be riding you fast and hard." I whispered softly, knowing a dirty mouth affected him just as much as it did to me.

"Lila." He growled and readjusted himself in the seat making my eyes fly down to his crotch. His pants looked tight.

"Or maybe you're a little bit of an exhibitionist and you're picturing me doing that right now? Climbing into your lap right here, taking all of you deep and not caring who saw." He growled but didn't say anything, his hands turning into fists as I pulled back. "Something to think about during the flight." I laughed as I turned back to my book. Travis grabbed my ipad and I shot him a glare even though I'd expected the reaction.

"Do you really think I'll let,you read after the thoughts you put into my head?" he asked, smirking again.

"I didn't do anything." I pulled out my fake innocent face and reached out of my ipad as he held it in the hair just out of my reach. "I thought you wanted to sleep old man." I added as I gave up.

"Later." He looked down at my laptop as if he wanted to snoop through it or something. Weird. "Now, let's talk about something else."

"Like what?"

"Have you ever been to New York?" he asked, his eyes going soft as he kept looking at me which made me relax and smile softly.

"While I was in college."

"Do you know anyone there?" he went on, making me grin because I couldnt' remember the last time he asked so many questions. "Why are you asking me so many things?"

"Why aren't you answering now?"

"You're good at deflecting but so am I." he pulled his gaze away from me and stared in front of him.

"Fine. I think it's time for me to nap." he closed his eye and leaned back with a sigh

"I have a friend in New York I'm having dinner with tomorrow." I told him finally and he opened his eyes to look back at me.

"That's nice." He replied. "College friend?"

"College boyfriend." I shrugged, playing it off like it wasn't a big deal and it really wasn't.

"Oh." Travis seemed more interested and I grinned at him.

"Don't be jealous Trav I'll take you to dinner too if you want." Travis laughed.

"With you I prefer dessert." I rolled my eyes.

"Does that line usually work for you?" Travis gave me a slow grin.

"I don't need lines Lil." he replied, his voice low and so sexy it made me have to recross my legs.

"No I'm sure you don't." I licked my lips and grabbed my ipad back from him when he wasn't paying attention, flipping to the app I used for sketching, taking my stylus out of my bag and starting something new until I felt his eyes on me. "What?"

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend in college." He said, though I didn't think that was what he was thinking.

"On and off. We weren't in love or anything." I regretted saying it as soon as the word came out of my mouth. Love wasn't a topic I wanted to bring up right now. Especially since I couldn't seem to stop telling him how I felt.

"The guy you had a threesome with?" I felt my face grow hot as I nodded, surprised that he had even remembered that.

"Yep." Travis' grin turned into a smirk and he leaned into me.

"Are you embarrassed?" he teased.

"Of course not Trav, it takes me a lot more than that to get embarrassed." I rolled my eyes and put my stylus to my ipad. Embarassed about having a threesome? No. That was hot. But having the entirety of the airplane hearing about it? Maybe a little. I felt Travis slide his thumb against my face and a shiver went through me.

"But you're blushing." he pointed out simply, making me reach out and slap his hand away.

"Stop distracting me, I'm working."

"Okay cutie." he said quietly before reaching for his own ipad and adjusting the headphones again as I started a movie. I got to a stopping point and looked up, poking him with my stylus and grinning.

"What are you watching?"

"World war z." he replied as he turned the volume down and them paused it to speak to me.

"Brad Pitt is hot." I pointed out with a shrug before going back to my sketch. Not as hot as Travis. But then I wasn't sure any man was. He laughed.

"And you say you don't have a type." he teased me before turning to look over my shoulder. "Who's that?"

"It's my mother." I said simply, trying to perfect the way her hair curled in the front.

"Ahhh." he nodded as if it explained everything and I shot him a look. "She's very beautiful." I nodded.

"Yes she is."

"She never got remarried?" He asked offhandedly and I blinked, shaking my head.

"She went on a few dates here and there....but she's so in love with my dad. I don't know if she'll ever move on as much as we would all be okay with it. We just want her to be happy." Trav nodded again, looking at me with interest in his eyes. God his eyes were so beautiful. I could spend months painting them over and over.

"Having 7 kids and being on your own is quite a feat." He replied after a while. I found myself laughing at that.

"More like angsty teenagers." I shook my head. "I was 14, Josh was 17 and Derrick 18. The rest of the kids had moved out already, but moved back to help out. I was probably the hardest one to deal with."

"Really?" he grinned. "How so?" I shrugged.

"I didn't take it that well, and with Dad gone that was when my brothers took it upon themselves to be mine." I sighed before shaking my head and turning back to him ."I'm sorry this is kind of deep for airplane talk isn't it?" Travis shook his head.

"I like getting to know you Lil." I smiled, but it was a half smile since I didn't understand again. If he wanted to know me why didn't he want to try being more? What was so scary about it?

"Okay well now it's your turn. What was Travis Cole like as a teenager?" I smirked. "Already a ladykiller I'm guessing....dating all the cheerleaders?"

"Oh yes, all together." Travis smirked and I rolled my eyes, while I held back a grin. "No actually they had turns, brunettes on the weekdays and blondes during weekends."

"You're not into blondes, give me something real." I quipped back. Travis reached out and took a whisp of my hair in his fingers, twirling it around slowly.

"And what are you?"

"The exception." I said simply. "Are you going to tell me something or I'll have to wait to run into your brother again and ask him instead?" Travis shook his head and for another time I could see if he was considering to answer me or to blow me off. He did that a lot. Like if he told me more about himself he might be vulnerable to...something. I was already in love with him though...how much worse could it get?

"I was like this, only with no facial hair." he said finally, grinning and being a smartass as usual. I didn't even reply to that I just stared at him blankly. "Let's see what I remember...you know, I was a teenager forever ago." he winked at me before going on, "I was angry and awful lot, every excuse was a good one to pick up a fight. I didn't care if it was with my parents, my brothers, or guys at school, it was as if I had a switch which was very easy to flip and it turned me into a mad boy."

"It sounds like a lot of trouble." I commented shortly, waiting for me to go on.

"Oh it was." he agreed, making a face that showed how much he was. "They almost kicked me out of school."

"Why?" I asked, though I was guessing it had to do with fighting.

"I broke someone's nose." she shrugged and I tried not to laugh. "What?"

"I don't know why but I saw that coming."

"Yeah because I'm a cave man that use his hands more than words." he smirked at me and I laughed, since that was true and not just when he was fighting. "Did I tell you enough?"

"You didn't tell me anything about girls."

"You didn't tell me anything about boys either." he deflected easily.

"I only had one boy in high school and you've already met him." Travis gave me a look and I wondered what he was thinking.

"That guy from the party." he spoke slowly. I nodded.

"The only one brave enough to go through a beating to be with me." I shook my head, but Travis smirked.

"Brave man." he commented.

"Sometimes I wish I'd had sisters instead." I fake pouted, since I wouldn't give up my family for anything.

"A whole family of girls who look like you? The male population wouldn't be able to survice that." Travis teased and I felt my body blush.

"Stop that." I smirked, shaking my head at the ridiculous compliment.

"So...." he trailed off and I shot him a look. "He was your first." I shook my head.

"Actually no." Travis raised his brow and I shrugged. "Riley and I dated off and on in high school, but after my junior year I went on a study abroad trip to London. Lost my virginity there."

"Interesting."

"Why when was your first?" I smirked. "And if you say it was the head cheerleader I'll never stop teasing you about it."

"She might have been a cheerleader." he looked off and I could see him reminescing. I made a face. I bet she was brunette.

"Did you even know her?" I asked, interested to see who this girl was who took the not-so-innocence of Travis Cole.

"Of course I did. She was friends with my brother."

"Jackson?" I asked, widening my eyes and wondering just what kind of girl this was again. Sounded awful.

"No, Adam." .....that made it worse. Skank.

"I thought you liked your girls young." I teased after a moment, not wanting him to think I was jealous or anything. Travis smirked and tilted my chin up softly with his index finger.

"That's true for you only." he said, leaning in and kissing me soft and slow, staring into my eyes and making it so intense I forgot to breath. I cupped his cheek, kissing him back the same way.

"Did you kiss her like this?" I whispered against his lips, not taking my eyes away from his.

"No." he smiled. "I was too impatient."

"Because you're so patient usually." I laughed, and pulled away finally, allowing myself for a moment to imagine if we were in high school together. Would he have been as jaded then. Would he even of noticed me? "How old were you?"

"I think 15. Or 14. I can't remember." he shrugged.

"The more you talk about it the less romantic it sounds."

"Because yours was all roses and serenades?"

"Ha!" I laughed at his assumption. "No." I replied before turning back to my sketching.

"No?" he pressed and I felt my lips tilt upwards into a smirk. We'd always been able to talk to each other easily, there was friendship that was almost as strong as the sexual attraction that was humming between us at basically every second, but there hadn't ever been a time where we'd been able to just talk without the risk of needing to rip each others clothes off, or get back to our lives. It was strange.

"Are you curious?" I teased him and he shrugged non-chalantly, though I could ready through his attitude.

"You brought it up." I laughed again, this time shaking my head as I crossed my legs and my calf brushed up against his.

"You did actually. But I'll humor you." I winked and he rolled his eyes, though he didn't say anything. "It was less romantic than it was "let's just get this over with." I admitted. "It was a one night stand, but hey at least he had a sexy accent right?" I laughed and he glanced at me.

"You gave your virginity to a one night stand?" He questioned, looking shocked.

"Well it wasn't like boys were breaking down the door at home! I couldn't be little innocent Lila who's brothers will beat you up if you get near her for forever. And stop judging me! You didn't even remember the name of your first and I didn't judge you."

"I never said I didn't remember her name. And you judged me a little." I smirked and shook my head.

"The only time I judge you is when you smoke. And that's for good reason." I said seriously. "Or maybe when you turn me down to do things like work or coach boys teams....so silly." I teased him and he laughed.

"How you manage to piss me off and amuse me at the same time is a damned miracle." He admitted, shaking his head. "You have your mothers smile." He commented as he nodded towards my ipad. I nodded and ignored the flutter of my heart at the sound of his laugh.

"I do." I agreed. "But my fathers eyes."

"You have beautiful eyes." he commented quickly, which made me blush again and smile.

"Yours aren't bad either." Understatement of the year. "Do you look more like your dad? Or your mom?" I asked after a few seconds of silence, not an awkward one though.

"I'm a mix I guess." I answered simply, as I slid my finger over, erasing the picture of my mother after I'd e-mailed it to myself. "Why did you erase it?" Travis asked with his brows furrowed, in worry, making me chuckle.

"I didn't. I needed a new page." I explained, "You were talking about your mother though, don't let me distract you."

"Nice try, I wasn't talking about her." Such deflection going on. I sighed and turned to my ipad, sketching slowly as if I wasn't really looking, whih is when the best things happened. "I was trying to picture her in my head." I said simply.

"Why?" he asked, though he seemed relaxed.

"I'm curious." I admitted. Though more about the woman than the looks. Both actually. "Where do you get your colors from?"

"My mom. My dad is basically bald, I can't thank him for my amazing hair." he winked at me, and I laughed, tossing my head back.

"Oh god I can't really picture you bald!"

"He's still a good looking man you know." he said back, and I didn't doubt it. I bet his dad was gorgeous, as was his mom. But when I looked back at him he was staring at my ipad with a look of shock and a little fear even.

"I'm speechless." he said eventually, and I looked back down. I had drawn Travis' eyes. I hadn't even noticed, but god they were so gorgeous.....if I was being honest? I found myself drawing them all the time. I shut and opened my mouth to speak several times before deciding to speak.

"I take it as a good sign." I teased.

"Yeah, but no more drawing me." he muttered under his breath, looking uncomfortable.

"Okay." I blushed some more and flipped my ipad sleeve closed before putting it away and giving me him smile, "What now?" I asked, before covering my mouth as I yawned.

"I think it's nap time for the baby." He joked and i reached out for his wrist, adjusting my body against his side and nuzzling into his hard body.

"Good idea." I said seriously and he laughed, the vibrations going through his chest as he held me tight, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

"You're too cute Lil."