Page 98 of On The Edge
My jaw drops as I watch the scene unfold. I can’t believe Kai’s doing this… for me. For my comfort level.
“But sir, I…” Sarah starts to stutter, looking at Reis then as her next target. “Sir, please,”
“Oh no,” Reis holds his hands up. “Don’t be looking at me. You fucked up, and you’re going to have to deal with the consequences. He’s going easy on you. I’d have already kicked you off if you touched me like that.”
“No, no, please,” she says, stepping back and looking across the aisle to Markus and I.
“I’d apologize if I was you.” Markus takes my hand in his, and puts it on the table so she can see our intertwined fingers. Sarah’s eyes drop to our hands, and they narrow when he runs his thumb over my knuckles. Her jaw juts to the side and I can see the jealousy take over her body. But it’s at war with the need to keep her job.
“Now,” Markus snaps darkly.
Sarah’s eyes jump to attention, glaring at me angrily. “I’m sorry, I’ll be more cognizant next time.”
“There will be no next time,” Kai snaps, his hand banging down on the arm rest angrily.
“Of course. My mistake, and many apologies.” Sarah looks down, mock-bowing before stepping back into the galley, pulling a set of curtains shut behind her. There’s a zipper closure instead of just being pulled together and I’m surprised.
The plane is big enough that the galley has a bathroom and two seats. So hopefully she’s not too cramped in there for the whole time… but I’m also guessing she’s used to it.
“Guys,” I start to say, sighing deeply. “You didn’t need to do that. Now she’s going to say something…”
“I do not give one flying fuck if she’s mad or disappointed or any shit like that. She shouldn’t be trying to hit on us no matter what, but that? Nah, that wasn’t okay,” Kai says loudly, loud enough that there’s no way Sarah didn’t hear it.
“No one is going to disrespect you like that. No one is going to openly disrespect our relationship like that,” Reis agrees.
“You’re talking as if you’re willing to tell the world of our…unconventionalrelationship,” I say quietly and pointedly, raising my eyebrows in worry. I don’t want to be a secret, but I also don’t want to damage all they’ve built.
The engines ramp up, and we start to move, pulling onto the runway. My fingers tighten around the armrest tightly. I’ve flown before; granted, that was after a few drinks, a killer orgasm, and then a roofie, so I can’t say that I wasn’t scared to fly before.
I’m just in a better, clearer state of mind now.
“Are you okay?” Markus leans into me, asking me softly to not bring attention to the others. The jet starts to speed up. We’re going too fast. There’s no way we should be going this quickly.
I look out the window, see the sun rising as the concrete ground zooms past. I focus on the horizon, on the beautiful orangey, pinky hues that slowly light up the sky. Gulping, I canfeelthe front end of the plane lift up and somehow, the plane keeps going forward.
“Yep,” I say equally as softly. I don’t really think I am okay though. The blood rushes from my face and my stomach starts to turn.
“Liar,” he whispers.
“Shhh,” I shush him and hope he drops it.
The plane is finally in the air, and the white noise is deafening right now. How Adam hasn’t woken up at all, I haveno clue. He slept through the entire take-off, the plane jostling his body around and everything.
Has he not been sleeping when I sleep in his room? The fuck? Why?
I’m already tucked under Markus' arm, so he tightens his hold around me, and threads his fingers through mine on his free hand.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he says quietly, kissing the side of my head. His arm feels like he’d hold me securely if anything happened, and my body relaxes just slightly. Am I afraid of flying? Sighing, into his embrace, I’m grateful I’ve got someone holding me close while I discover this new, unfortunate, personality trait of mine.
The jet soars through the air, climbing higher and higher until it seems to level out when we’re above the clouds. That sharp push forward slows, and it’s like gravity takes hold again. My heart recognizes the difference and I breathe a little easier.
“Wow,” I say in awe. Pressing my face against the window, I see the most amazing sight. The clouds look like mountains. Like Mt. Olympus nestled in the sky beautifully. It takes my breath away.
This is something I didn’t think I’d ever get to see.
“It never gets old,” Markus says in my ear.
“I don’t think it ever could.”
