Page 184 of The First Time
Chapter Thirty-Two
Kit
Ibarely make it to the airport in time for the last LAX to SFO flight.
This close to midnight, security isn't bad. Or maybe it's that I don't have luggage. Even so, I get into my seat minutes before final boarding call.
I'm not at all aware of my surroundings. My thoughts are stuck on Piper, on the pain that filled her gorgeous blue eyes, like her heart was breaking in front of me.
God, how I want her here.
How I wish she was in the seat next to mine.
But the hurt on her face was nothing compared to what it would be, one day.
At least the guy sitting here, some suit typing away on his laptop, isn't trying to make conversation.
I'm in a daze all through take off. Slowly, the realization settles in.
Piper isn't mine anymore.
I can't hold her anymore.
Can't make her laugh anymore.
Can't make her come anymore.
The thought guts me, but I know it's what's right. For both of us.
