Gavin and I are definitely not going to join the Mile High Club on an international flight to London. It's just never going to happen. I don't know why he thinks he can finesse his way into figuring out how to do it.

I don't know why I agreed to his stupid little bet claiming exactly that, either.

I mean, it'd be fun, but, well...

Speaking of, we're going to London!

I never, not in a million years, thought I'd do something as spontaneous and insane as buy a plane ticket in the morning and leave a couple hours later, but here we are.

To be fair, it's a little easier in our situation, trapped in today, reliving it over and over again. It's not like it'll matter.

The not so easy choice? Finally giving in, letting him see the real me, letting him know that I really am falling in love with-

I'd like to say that was the easy part, but it's not.
I do, I love him. I want to share every part of myself with the bad boy who showed me I never had to be alone again.

The only problem is that I think I know why we're stuck like this.

The real problem is that if the reason I think we're stuck is true, then I would never want to stop reliving today over and over again, even if I could...