We headed back home on an airplane at 9 o'clock. Silently I walked onto the plane with my carryon in hand. I looked at Vic on my right and Oli on my left. How could this be? I was meant to love one, but I feel for both. This is so damn frustrating. I'm supposed to love the one I'm with. But look at Oli, with the tattoos covering his skin. They all mean something to him, a photo of permeant ink on his skin, of a time in his life, each that stimulates a memory. Vic has the scars, faded white lines, that too simulate a memory of something hard that he's lived through. Vic and Oli both have beautiful brown eyes that I get lost in. Vic is just as broken as I am, but he sets aside his issues to help me. Oli, he has this certain aroma to him, that radiates this happiness and joy about him. He tries to make everyone joyful. It's who Oli is.

"Skylar? Are you okay?" Vic asked cupping my face. I nodded yes, shakily. Vic kissed my nose softly. I wrinkled my face and he laughed. "See! Kisses make anything better!" Oli laughed, and winked at me. I blushed. "Skylar is blushing!" Vic called out like a child. I looked around at everyone on the plane around us, who were glaring at Vic.

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I opened up the door to Vic's home. I breathed in the smell of Vic's home, breezy and reminded me off the Mexican Caribbean. I turned around and messily wrapped my arms around Vic, and leaned in for a kiss. He responded immediately and pushed his tongue up against my lips. I allowed it enter acne and he sloppily fought for dominace. I moaned.

"Hey guys, I need help with the luggage!" Oli yelled from the car. Vic pulled away from me and kissed my nose. I giggled.

"I'm coming. Skylar, go ahead inside the house, we'll take care of everything." I removed my arms from around his neck, and walked inside. Upstairs I heard a creak, I shrugged assuming it was the house.

* _______ Pov

I heard my target open the door to her lovers house with who I assumed to be her lover. I peeked around the corner to see her kissing him.

"Hey guys, I need help with the luggage!" Someone else called out. Definitely a male. This was going to be slightly more complicated. I knew though the task I was given would have to be done. I must kill Skylar Elise Smith. I heard the man whisper something to the girl, and she stepped more into the house. I ran into the closet. The floor creaked inside the closet. I hope she won't come up, so she won't yell for help. I need to do this in the night. There won't be a fight.

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