23
reese
Mile High Club
“Ican’t believe you just… own a jet,” Viv says from the seat next to me, staring wide-eyed out of the window at the sea of fluffy white clouds we’re flying through.
We’re somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean currently, with about an hour left in our flight.
I’m still surprised that she’s even here, honestly. I figured when I casually threw it out that I wanted to take her away for a few days during spring break that she’d immediately shoot the idea down. So imagine my surprise when she said maybe.
That maybe eventually turned into a yes after she called her mom and discussed it with her. She’s nervous about going this far from her even for only a few days, but her mom reassured her over and over that everything was fine and that she needed to go and enjoy herself.
Viv still wasn’t convinced and ended up reaching out to a neighbor in her mom’s apartment complex who has helped out before and asked if they would check in on her while she was gone.
Only then did she feel comfortable enough to say yes to going to Turks and Caicos with me.
On the jet.
It helped that she was able to spend a few days with her mom at the beginning of break while I had practice. I could only take off a few days, so I picked her up from her mom’s apartment and whisked her away.
“Technically, it’s my parents’ jet, not mine,” I counter.
She turns to look at me, leveling her gaze. “Same thing. Your family owns a jet. Which it’s insane that you say it so nonchalantly. Normal people don’t just own jets, Reese.”
I shrug. “Always been my normal, babe. And my parents having a plane means that I get to take you to the beach and see you in that purple bikini that I’ve been dreaming about since you showed it to me.”
Her laugh fills the cabin, and I grin. I’m so fucking happy she decided to come, and I can’t wait to get off the plane and head straight to the pool. Not just because I’m eager to see her in that tiny bikini but because I wanna spend the next four days doing nothing but relaxing and being inside Viv every damn chance I get.
My schedule’s getting more intense as we approach graduation, and I’m lucky that I was even able to take off a few days to bring her. I just want to spend all the time with her that I can before the season gets crazy and we’re stuck stealing small moments just to have any time together at all. When we head to the championship this year, things will be crazy all the way until June.
I decided before even boarding the plane that I’m going to tell her how I feel while we’re here.
It’s time. I can’t even pretend that I’m not crazy about her at this point, and truthfully, I’m done trying.
I fucking want her. All of her. I want her to be mine.
I want the whole world to know that she’s my girl. After talking to Grant, I know that I want to be with her, whatever it takes… I just have to give her a little nudge and let her set the pace.
“I also can’t believe we’re going to Turks and Caicos,” she says as she shuts her laptop. She’s been writing for most of the flight, and I’ve been sneaking glances when I could. Apparently, her muse has been musing because she said she’s polishing the last few chapters, and I’m hoping once she’s done, I’ll finally get to read it.
I know how important this is to her and how close she is to fulfilling her dream of publishing, and I just want to support and celebrate her the same way she has for me.
“Speaking of. I’m worried our signal might be a little spotty while we’re there, so I think we should go ahead and call Hallie to check on Boo.”
“God, I miss her already,” Viv says, pulling her phone out of the pocket of the Hellcats hoodie of mine that she stole. Not that I’m complaining. I’d prefer if she exclusively only wore my clothes because I’m a caveman like that. At least when it comes to her.
“Me too.”
Her fingers tap at the screen as she pulls up Hallie’s contact info, and after a few short rings, she answers, filling the screen. “Hi!” Hallie smiles. “Wait, are you calling me from… the jet?”
Viv laughs sweetly. “The infamous Landry jet. Yes, I am. We’re not sure if we’ll have cell signal or Wi-Fi, so we just wanted to call and check on Boo?”
Before Hallie can even respond, I lean over into Viv’s seat, my face hovering over the camera. “Hey, Hallie.”
“Hey, Reese.”
“How’s my little Boo-bear doing?”