The plane finally landed at about noon our time, making it 6 in the evening in London. Jayden and I are tired from the flight and waking up every hour or so. I just want to go home and sleep; but I realized something; we have no home…
"Jayden?" I said, getting his attention as we exited the plane.
"Yeah?"
"Where will we live?" We stopped walking and he smiled a reassuring smile.
"I've got it covered." He said, wrapping his arm around me as we walked away from the plane.
We got through the doors into the lobby area where a bunch of people were waiting to meet their traveling loved ones. I looked around and saw three men in black suits holding signs with names written on them. Jayden took my hand and we walked up to the one holding the name 'Teague'.
"First name please, sir?" He said; I'm assuming he was verifying his identity.
"Jayden." He replied, handing him his ID.
"This way, if you please." The man said, walking away with our bags.
We followed him, and I started getting a little skeptical. "Jayden, where is he taking us?"
"To the limo." He replied.
"Limo?!" I replied back, shocked.
"Keep your voice down."
"Okay, first we fly First Class and now this? Isn't that a little… much?"
"We could take a taxi, but they're uncomfortable and the windows aren't tinted; limos are." I thought for a moment, then realized he had a good point. "Besides, it's not a stretch limo like I'm sure you think it is."
"Oh." I was a little disappointed, but I got over it. "But, where will he be taking us? I mean, we don't have anyplace to stay-"
"Jezebelle." He interrupted in a stern voice. "I said I have it all covered. Just… have a little faith in me."
I felt embarrassed and a little sad because I felt I insulted him and made him mad. "I'm sorry." I apologized.
"Don't be." He replied, not looking at me.
He's mad. I thought to myself.
We finally made it to the curb and got into the vehicle. The driver put our bags in the back, let us in the car, and began driving to the, evidently, pre-arranged destination in silence. We had driven about ten minutes when Jayden finally spoke up.
"What's wrong?" He asked. I shrugged, but he asked again. "Tell me what's bothering you."
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me." He demanded, yet not raising his voice. "I can tell when you're upset and I can't stand it. I want a happy girlfriend, now tell me what's wrong."
Girlfriend? I questioned to myself. He's never addressed me as his girlfriend before. Does this mean he really loves me? Should I consider him my boyfriend?
"You can tell me. You do trust me, don't you?" He asked after my silence.
"Of course I trust you… it's just that you seemed king of… mad."
"When?"
"When we got off the plane."
"Oh, right." He responded. "No, I wasn't mad. You just kept asking too many questions and I got a little irritated, but I'm not mad."
I breathed a sigh of relief; I don't want our new life in a new country to start off on a sour note. "Good." I replied. I was still tired, so I rested my head on his shoulder and started drifting off a little.
"Jezebelle." He whispered.
"Hmm?"
"You do know I love you, right? I mean… well, I'm in love with you."
I lifted my head and looked him in the eyes and nodded. "I know, and I love you too; more than anything."
He smiled and then kissed me, gently pressing my face to his with his hand on the back of my neck.
I broke the kiss, but gently nuzzled my forehead into the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arm around me and I rested my eyes until we got 'home'.