Taking the red-eye to New York is never fun, but you hate flying; it terrifies you. Every bump, every noise makes you jump, causing you to automatically assume the plane will crash. The fact that it’s dark out and that you will be flying over water makes you even more apprehensive. As the plane takes off you clutch Tom’s hand, trying to focus your breathing but failing miserably. Squeezing your eyes shut, your whole body feels like it’s in a vise. “I should have had a drink before we boarded,” you think to yourself. “God, how long before that stupid light goes off?”
Sometimes you’re just in the mood for a quick, down and dirty story, ya know what I mean? I loved this one 😏
Painfully Thick Imagines 