Page 114 of End It All

Quincy: You.

Blake: Cringe.

Blake: Hurry up and get back home!

Ding.

The seatbelt sign was back on as the stewardess got on the intercom. "Please stay seated as we descend. " The pilot was right after her, informing everyone just how fast we'd arrived.

"The local time in the sunshine state of California is twelve-fifteen. We will be descending shortly. I want to thank you on behalf of Sunshine Air. If this is your final destination, enjoy your time in the golden state."

I put my headphones back on, drowning out their words as I stared through the window. The clouds were nothing more than puffs of smoke. My fingers twitched against my thigh as I thought about smoking. My phone stayed in my hand as I waited for it to vibrate again. I'd made the right choice for the inflight internet. I was able to text Blake at least.

Harlow: Your boy toy just walked in cursing up a storm. Where are you?

Quincy: He's my husband.

Harlow: Same thing.

I rolled my eyes. Harlow still knew how to get on my nerves. I switched back over to the messages with Blake.

Quincy: I'll be good, I swear.

Blake: What about safe?

Quincy: That too. I will be back home tonight. It will be like I'm not even gone.

When I didn't receive a message back from Blake, I sighed. He was going to kick my ass or deny me dick. I was hoping for a fight instead; at least then I knew I'd get dicked down right after. The wheels hit the tarmac, and the moment the seatbelt sign was off, I was up and out of my seat. Unlike the other passengers, I didn't have a carry on to scramble for. I deplaned and headed toward the exit.

My sunglasses were out and on my face before the California sun hit me. I whistled as air too warm for winter slid over me. Blake hadn't been kidding when he said that New York was too fucking cold for his California blood. If this was what they called winter, there was no way in hell I was going to be able to convince him to turn down the heat in our apartment.

I switched my phone fully off airplane mode and was not surprised by the amount of calls I'd received while I was in the air. Blake's name came up the most, and it brought a grin to my face. He was obsessed with me.

I mean, how couldn't he be? I’m fucking fantastic.

My phone buzzed with an address of where I needed to go. I focused on catching the first taxi and gave them the address. Relaxing back in the seat, I stared at my phone again, waiting to see if Blake would message back. When nothing came through, I gave in and sent him another message.

Quincy: Don't be mad.

Blake: I'm not.

Oh good.

Blake: Fuck you.

Wait, so he is mad?I stared at my phone before sending him another message.

Quincy: You can fuck me anytime of the week, peaches.

Blake: Nah, I'm good. This will be a sexless marriage.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me."

"Sir?"

I shook my head at the cab driver, indicating I was on the phone. I hit the call button next to Blake's name.

"Now you want to call?"

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