They stepped off the plane together in the middle of the night; they had run to escape death. He was due back in America, but that was okay because it wasn't his life at stake, it was hers.
Darby walked towards the car, which would drop her anywhere she wanted too.
He gripped her wrist and pulled her back into his arms, kissing her passionately, "Let me come with you" he pleaded to her.
They had grown closer over the past months, they had been thrown together and escaped death together, she shook her head, "You have a life to live in America and a story to talk about"
He smiled and kissed her, "I love you Darby Shaw, I don't ever want to leave you"
She smiled, "I love you too"
He held her close with his head resting on her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her blonde hair, "Then I can come?"
She smirked, "In more ways than one"