Stranded

Chapter 16: Moments

Noah's P.O.V
I wake up to the sound of the waves as usual. "Good morning, are you feeling alright?" I hear. I sit up. Right! We were rescued.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"You are in a hotel, soon you will have to head to the airport to catch your flight." The butler said.
"Thanks." I say. He nods and leaves the room,

I look beside me. Becca stirs beside me. Her hair covers her face. I sweep it away, gently.

Her eyelids flutter open and a breathtaking smile spreads across her face. "Morning." she says, kissing my nose. She sits up and looks out the window, happily. I kiss her cheek, gently.

"Babe! We almost home. Right now, we need to head to the airport." I explained. She gets up immediately. There are clothes laid out for us.
"Look at this miniskirt! Do they really think I am this type?" She accuses, pointing at the skirt.

"Maybe, they chose that so you'll feel more comfortable or trendy or something." I answer.
She walks over to the bathroom and enters the bathroom to change.
"Babe, why do you have to go there? I don't mind you changing here." I joke.

"I mind." She calls out from the bathroom. She comes out.
I wolf whistle. She looks hot.

I pass her, her bag and we exit the room. We get on to the taxi. The taxi takes us straight to the airport.
She tugs at her skirt as she gets off the taxi. "Stupid, freaking skirt!" she said, exasperated.

"You look good, babe." I said, winking. She huffs and continues walking. I realise she was wearing heels. If she walks like that she gonna-
I catch her as she trips. She blushes. I laugh.

"You are seriously adorable." I laugh. She laughs. She walks more slowly and finally gives up on pulling her skirt down.
"Why is everyone staring at you?" She asks, as we pass by guys staring at her. Jeez, she is so oblivious to the fact she's GORGEOUS.

"They aren't staring at me. Some are, but mostly you." I replied, she rolls her eyes.
"You just saying that." she disagrees. I want to tear out my frigging hair! How can a gorgeous girl like her not know she's gorgeous!

We drop the topic and walk in silence.
We manage to understand all the Spanish and go on to the plane.

I sit down and she slides in beside me. "That was easy." I said, leaning my head back against the seat.
"Easy for you! You didn't do or say anything." she snaps, clearly irritated.

She looks hot, when she's mad at me. Oops! Did I just say that out loud? She sees my mortified expression and giggles.
I take her hand and she smiles. "By the way, I did say something, I said, Bonjour." I said.
"That's french, idiot." she laughs. So that's why they looked so confused.
"I knew that, babe." I wink. She shakes her head and looks out the window.

She leans her head against my shoulder. I never want this moment to end. In this moment, I am consumed by joy. I lean over and kiss her.
"I really really like you, Becca." I whisper. Her face breaks open, her arms tighten around my neck.

In moments like this, I don't care what others think. I don't care about anything at all. I am consumed by her. All of me.