Page 123 of That First Flight

“That's… not what I was thinking,” I lie.

“You forget that I’ve spent an ungodly amount of time watching you. Mesmerized by every single move you make. I’ve become so in tune to what you’re thinking without you even having to say it.”

“Fine.” I lift my chin. “I was a tad bit jealous.”

Oliver’s grin grows wider. “There’s no need to be.” He leans to the side, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. I can hear him inhale as if he’s soaking in every moment the way I always do. “I only have eyes for you.”

I melt. Physically, my body relaxes next to him.

When Oliver came back into my life, I vividly remember thinking there’s no way a man like this would want anything to do with a washed up single mom like me.

He’s proven me wrong every step of the way.

I clear my throat and adjust myself in the seat, because I don’t know what else to say that wouldn’t be prematurely having a slip of the tongue and uttering three words I’m not ready to say out loud.

I’m not even sure if he’s reached the point of hearing them. I know myself enough to know it would sting if he wasn’t ready to say them back.

“So what’s on the agenda when we land?” I decide to ask.

“We’re going to check into the little house we’re staying in first. The only thing I really need to do before we get settled is snap some pictures of the house since the post is sponsored by the owners and the plan is to sell people on visiting the location and staying here.”

I nod. “Okay. That sounds fun.”

Oliver leans down, bringing his lips to the shell of my ear. “I can think of other things that are fun. Every single one of them includes you naked.”

Are we stuck in a lightning storm up here? I swear I just got struck because everything feels hot in this small space. Everything he’s saying settles right between my thighs.

“Oliver,” I gasp.

“I only speak the truth,” he whispers before he pulls away. “After that we can explore the town. Whatever you want to do.”

I nod and my smile matches his before I turn to look out the window.

The sky is full of clouds and even if I wasn’t on this plane with Oliver right now, I would be feeling every bit on cloud nine as I feel right now.

On top of the world with my hand in his.

“This is a lot different than that first flight we took, huh?” I tell him, keeping my eyes on the sky.

“So much different, dragonfly.”

It’s official. I’m obsessed with this little town.

Since I’ve never traveled outside of Montana before New York, I’ve never seen a coastal town like this before. Only on the internet, which always seemed so unrealistic to me. I’ve lived and breathed mountains my entire life and I’ve found myself sucking in the salt water air more times than I care to admit.

Wilmington is so cozy.

As nervous as I was to leave Mackenzie, it’s been a refreshing break from mom life. Peyton has texted me updates all day and they are having the time of their lives. It’s unfortunately raining there so they started a movie marathon with James and even built massive blanket forts in her living room.

Oliver took all of the pictures he needed when we checked in, right before we got settled. It took everything in me not to jump him after the conversation we had on the flight.

I’ve had an ache between my legs all day and he is one hundred percent the source of that.

We spent the afternoon visiting a few shops downtown and Oliver got so many amazing photos of the town. I know he’s going to paint this town as the perfect destination for a getaway because it really is. From following him on the site for a while now, I know he will do this town the justice it deserves.

My feet have been killing me since we got back an hour ago, so I decided to curl up on the couch with a book while I wait to see what the plans are for the rest of the night.

“I have a question,” Oliver says as he enters the living room wearing nothing but a pair of jeans.

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