Page 114 of Space Oddities
I turn back to Trish, who’s biting her pink lip.
“Of course.” I take her bag from her and pull her in for an awkward hug in the cramped space. “But what are you doing here?Howare you here?”
“Please take your seats, we’re are getting ready for take-off.” A flight attendant squeezes by Trish, gesturing to her seat.
I step back toward the window, making room for Trish to sit down.
Once we’re both seated, Trish slides off her heels. “You were so busy running around and making calls on how long it would take to expedite a passport, you never actually bothered to ask me if I had one.” She slides her bag of my lap and onto hers, pulling out her navy blue passport book from the front pocket. “Which I did.” She tucks it back inside and places her bag in the compartment in front of us. “I just never used it, because, you know, arrest warrant and all.” She shrugs. “Luckily, it doesn’t expire for six months.”
She already had a passport. I’m such an idiot. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well, one, because I wanted you to make the decision to fly on your own.” She reaches over and squeezes my hand. “I wanted you to know that you could do it, for you to believe in yourself.” She curls her legs up under her, looking tiny in the leather chair. “And two, I thought you’d appreciate the surprise.” She flutters her lashes at me. “Was I right?”
I nod, still trying to wrap my brain around it. Trish is going to Germany with me.
While one of the flight attendants begins the safety check spiel, Trish plays around with all the buttons and amenities in the first class nook, humming happily when she finds the sliding door that closes us off from the rest of the plane. Clicking it shut, she pushes up the armrest that divides our seats.
My heart beats faster, but not because of the even smaller space she’s created. In fact, I barely notice the plane barreling down the runway.
Once in the air, Trish leans forward, grabbing one of the blankets and unfurling it before draping it over both of us. “You know, Iwasgoing to take a different flight and surprise you in Germany, but then Rose brought up a good point.”
Rose. Some vague sense that I should be asking Trish something about Rose flits through my mind, but quickly vanishes when Trish rests a hand on my thigh under the blanket.
I clear my throat. “And what point was that?”
She slides her hand off my thigh and reaches for the button that reclines both our seats. “We wouldn’t be able to join the club.”
Once the seats are fully reclined, essentially making a small two-person bed, she snuggles in close to my side, her hand meandering under the blanket once more.
“Club?” The plane isn’t the only thing lifting off.
Her hand squeezes my dick over my trousers. “The mile-high club.” Her breath tickles my ear. “Ever heard of it?”
“I may have come across that term before.” My voice is strangled.
She nuzzles my neck. “Wanna join?”
My brain finally gets on board with what’s happening and sends the signal to my hands to get moving. Shifting onto my hip, I pull her in even closer, my thigh between hers.
“Oh yeah. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
But that’s a lie. Because while one hand travels under her shirt and plays with the lace covering her nipple, and the other slides under the backside of her leggings and palms her ass, I know that I already have the one thing I want more than anything.
Her.
