Page 94 of The Night We Met

“Of course she will. Make sure your carry-on is packed and everything is charged up. That’s going to be a long flight. And don’t forget your airplane pillow. We all know you get cranky when you don’t get your sleep.”

I roll my eyes at my sister. “You don’t know me.”

She arches a brow at my statement.

“Okay fine,” I concede.

“Glad you agree. Listen, I'm gonna head out. I’ll be by in the morning so I’m taking Lucy into the office while you’re out so she’s not here by herself. I know you don’t like that, but the change of scenery will be good for her. Plus, her being cooped up in the house while you’re off in London just seems like a fair trade for me. And I think Poppy will appreciate the silence.”

I have a black cat and a golden retriever. Still never would’ve guessed that pairing for me. “Okay. Fine. Go. I’ll see you in the morning before I leave.”

Once Jax is gone and I’m sure that I’m not missing anything from my suitcases, I’m cuddled up on the couch with Lucy, reading with the TV on as background noise. I’m just to the good part when someone knocks on my door. Lucy gets up and starts barking, sending Poppy upstairs to hide.

“Who is it girl?” I look through the peephole and see Mason standing there with a suitcase next to him. I open the door, surprised that he’s here.

“Surprised to see me?”

“Yes. What are you doing here? I thought you were picking me up in the morning?”

I step aside to let Mason in. When I lock the door and turn around, he captures me in a bear hug.

“I just missed you. And I couldn’t wait until the morning.”

“You’re too sweet. I missed you too.”

Mason leads us back over to the couch. He pulls off the blanket from the back and wraps it around us. I look at him curiously, but he just picks back up my e-reader and places it in my hand. As he waits for me to power it back up, he pulls me to him and wraps his arm around my shoulders.

“Read your book,” Mason says and kisses me on the temple.

Nights like this are what I dream about. Mason and I settled in complete comfort. He’s exactly what I ever wanted in a man. He’s selfless, kind, warm, passionate, dedicated, adventurous, loving…mine.

“Baby wake up,” Mason lightly coos in my ear and presses a kiss to the side of my head. I feel the plane making its descent into the London City Airport.

Traveling first class has its advantages but it also makes me sleepier than I should be. I blame the time zone changes. Or that I’m blindly handing over my trust to two men to make sure that we make it to our destination and I naturally freak myself out til I have to go to sleep.

I open my eyes to Mason looking down at me. I’m always shy after I wake up. And no matter how many times Mason and I have woken up together, that hasn’t faded. He still turns me into that bashful eighteen year old girl.

“You’re so cute when you blush. What were you thinking about?” Mason notices everything about me. It’s one of the things I love about him.

“How you still manage to make me feel like a love-struck teenager. And how I hope with everything in me that that feeling never fades.”

Mason leans forward and presses a soft and too chaste kiss to my lips, yet I still feel it all the way to my toes. “Me too, baby.”

When we safely land, the captain makes an announcement and everyone aboard claps and cheers. Once the plane is stopped safely, the first class passengers make way to gather their things from the overhead compartment and off the plane.

Mason gets up first and dutifully grabs both of our carry-on bags, leaving me to follow him. Not that I mind. My man has an incredible behind. I will never let him forget it.

“Kamryn? Are you coming?” Mason asks with an all-knowing smirk gracing his face. Oh, he knows all right.

“Eventually,” I respond cheekily. Okay, so I’m always horny for him. It’s like my lady bits are electronically wired to him. And it makes it a little uncomfortable at times. Okay, a lot uncomfortable at times. Like right now.Get a move on Kamryn!

Someone clears their throat behind me, snapping me out of my daze. Heat creeps up my cheeks in embarrassment when I turn around to apologize.

“I’m sorry. I got distracted,” I tell the older woman behind me.

She must be in her late sixties to mid seventies. She looks as if she’s about to reprimand me when she looks past me at Mason. “It’s no problem sweetheart. I would’ve gotten distracted too.” She ends with a wink.

And with that I walk towards my amused boyfriend who thankfully lets me pass him to leave the plane.

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