Page 74 of Our Little Cliche
Oh my lord.
I am so fucking obsessed with this woman.
She has my damn heart and soul in the palm of her hand. This is going to be impossible. I’ve always said I can play a good poker face, but that was before…before I fell in love with her.
If I don’t play it smart it’ll be the end of the both of us. Another godawful sigh brushes past my lips and I continue stroking her hair from behind, nudging her step by step to our seats. Feeding her tendrils through my fingers seems to be keeping her somewhat calm.
Once she gets into her business class pod, I kiss her on the forehead. “You’ll be fine, angel. I’ll be right here beside you.” I walk down to the end of the isle and loop around to my pod directly beside her, sliding open the divider between us. “See?”
“Here’s hoping I won’t feel any turbulence in this fancy seat,” she says through shivering teeth.
An air hostess approaches us with slick back hair and bright lipstick. “Sorry, sir, the dividers must be closed for takeoff. When the captain switches off the seat belt sign you may open them again.”
The engine spools for take off so I send Holly a text before switching to WiFi only mode.
Me:
Are you thinking of me?
Miss Holly Cate:
Yes. Always.
Me:
Good. Is it helping?
Miss Holly Cate:
Yeah, but I’d rather be in your arms. On your lap…
Instantly the thought wakes my cock.
Me:
Soon, my love. But right now just focus on your breathing. Focus on three things you can see, three things you can feel, and three things you can hear.
Miss Holly Cate:
Okay.
Me:
What do you see?
No reply. I slide the opening, ignoring my instructions to the contrary, finding Holly with her head tucked between her knees and her sleeves over her knuckles.
Woman, I said focus on breathing… not dissociate.
It feels like I’ve waited an eternity for the seat belt sign to finally turn off, and the second it does I scurry down the isle to her pod, and grab her chin between my index finger and thumbto pin her attention to me, unable to tell if she has been slightly teary or if what I’m looking at is sweat on her face.
I tsk in disbelief, scanning over her incredibly weary eyes and plant a kiss on her lips. “How ever did you manage to fly all the way over here on your own if you’re this terrified of flights?”
She shrugs and a crooked, guilty smile tilts one side of her cheek. “Wine?”
“Ah, yes. How could I forget. You and wine are quite good together.” Holly and wine are absolutelynotgood together. If it’s white wine she drinks, she will do something insane like picking any town in the world to move to and forgetting all about it, and if it’s red wine she will more than likely rip your damn clothes off. “We should have had a glass to help with the jitters. Maybe next time I’ll give you a sedative.”
She scoffs playfully, “What, so you can take advantage of me?”
