Page 75 of Our Little Cliche
My smile squints my eyes, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose—the way that they always do when I grin this hard.There’s the little smart ass I knew was hiding in there somewhere.“Me? Take advantage of someone while they’re unconscious?Never.”
My dick nudges again, but it lasts only a mere second as turbulence interrupts, scaring Holly anew. I grip onto the pod walls for balance. She gulps, then fans her face as if it’s going to help. “I think I’ll take that sedative now.”
The seat belt sign illuminates again. “You’re okay. I’ll be back soon, will champagne be okay?”
“Mhmm.”
When the plane stabilizes, I press the call button for the hostess, ordering us two glasses of champagne. Holly pulls out one of Izzy’s books,Love In The Air.Great, that will keep her distracted for a while. I’ll use the opportunity to smash out somewriting since this woman prevents me from being productive—in all the best ways.
I pass her glass of bubbly over the distance between us and she cheers. “Here’s to us. For surviving a snowstorm and this flight… so far. And, to wine, for giving me the ability to get stuck in a snowstorm… and be on this flight… with this man.”
“Here here.”
“Must be a good book,” I say, breaking from my laptop, noticing her facial expression has changed. It’s written all over her face. “I know that look.”
“What look?”
TheI’m horny but haven’t realized that the world around me can telllook. “The one you suck at hiding.” My dick pulsates with that need for her again, having a general idea about where she might be in the book. “Must be a pretty good book then?” I ask, even though I’ve read it before.
“Are you kidding? She’s my favorite writer. I became obsessed with books because of her. Cozy romances, swoon worthy men, pining love and every kind of gooey trope you can think of. Fairdinkum, that woman can write a love story, and I’m going to meet her!”
A smirk turns my lips, baring teeth before forming into a belly chuckle. My adornment for her shining through. “There’s another one.”
“Another what?”
“Another one of those Australian words. Fair… what was it?”
“Oh,” she laughs. “Fairdinkum.”
I try saying the word the way she says it, but my accent doesn’t allow the Aussie note to roll off my tongue that way.“Close enough,” she smiles. “You’ll have to scrub up on our slang if you ever want to go to Australia.”
“As long as the words keep coming out of that pretty mouth of yours, I’ll have a lifelong, personal Down Under dictionary.”
Lifelong.
“You’re too cute,” she says, going back to her reading. She’s so engrossed a few minutes later she doesn’t even realize that I’ve left my pod and am standing by hers.
“You know, I’ve never been part ofthatclub before…”
The Mile High Club.
“You… you’ve read this book?”
“I have.” Holly looks at me with extreme intensity, the whites of her eyes showing the longer I lock my gaze on her.
Don’t underestimate me, sweet angel. I’ll fuck you anywhere you let me. Right now my dick is making me think poorly because this whole “getting caught” thing is just ammo for me at this point.
“Oh, you’re serious…”
Of course I’m damn serious. But it’s more than just sex, though. With Holly, it’s like I’m that blue guy from Avatar when their tail things entwine. It’s a surreal feeling. Unlike any other. We’re not just two bodies working together to reach a climax—it’s a moment in time when the world stops, where I can feel everything she can feel, and see everything she can see. I can hear colors, and see sounds. I can stand on the top of the earth, fly in the clouds, and swim without breathing. Having sex with Holly is like unlocking the ultimate power. Life’s greatest gift.
We are no longer two separates, but rather one whole.
“I am,” I say, taking away her book and un-clipping her belt. “You look like you need to use the restroom…”
“Oh, umm. Right. I’ll?—”
“I’ll knock twice, count to two, then knock again,” I say it like I’ve done it all before but I haven’t. She leaves and I tidy up our areas to pass the time.
