FLIGHT FROM IRELAND TO JAPAN had been long, the entire journey spent doodling ' becky 🖤 prince ' in various fonts on a napkin to anxiously pass the time. could one blame her? long distance relationships were tough enough without the added level of difficulty that came with it being a young, sickeningly lovestruck girl's first flame that wouldn't dare extinguish. and, the greater aspect is, she didn't want it to. it's a candle she'd keep lit inside her until the end of time. arriving at the airport had the kind of anticipation which she'd seldom felt. the last time she'd felt it was the day she'd walked into school — his school. freshly colored red hair stood out in the sea of black. it's as bright and brash as the person sporting it. hazels search for him in desperation, wondering if his blues would be as piercing. his voice be as hypnotic. his abs be as chiseled. who was she kidding? of course he would! and now she could experience what couldn't be perceived through international phone conversation.
finally, she spots him — and takes off in a full sprint, no tact to passersby whatsoever. swift leap on him, wrapping arms and legs around that perfectly sculpted form. duffle bag is abandoned. her own muscles squeeze, not regarding the poor man's need to breathe. mouth makes quick work of peppering featherlight kisses anywhere she could before finally sealing the deal with a deep, tongue-forward one on the lips. whatever air remains surely is siphoned now. pulling back, she stares longingly at him, cherishing each minute feature. a smile big enough to hurt cheeks comes as lynch rakes nails over back of head's scalp. " — oh, boyo . . . aren't you a sight f'r sore eyes! "
