Page 119 of Never With You
@girl_sees_the_world:
Works for me.
Especially since I tend to look puffy and horrible whenever I fly.
@girl_sees_the_world:
We’ve waited this long. What’s a few more days?
@worth_traveling_to:
But just a few. I don’t think I can keep this up much longer.
Nate turns off his phone and plugs it in.
I do the same.
We both adjust to a comfortable position, and then there’s silence.
“Carly?”
“Yeah?”
“I meant what I said earlier about keeping an open mind.”
“I know.”
“Goodnight. Sweet dreams.”
I hear the smile in his voice, and I smile too because we both know my dreams will be all about him.
The airplane wheelstouch down with a soft jolt.
A tired smile tugs at my lips.
Finally.
Home.
There’s nothing like being back in Arizona after a long international flight.
The hum of the engines fades as the plane slows, taxiing toward the gate. I think about the moment, more than a week ago, when I landed in Thailand, and how happy I was that Nate and I wouldn’t be on the same return flight home. It’s funny how one week can change things so much—change my feelings.
I left Nate in Bangkok. Due to the upgrade, I had a different itinerary than he did. My flight departed first, but his got him home an hour earlier than mine. As I gaze out the window, I wish he were down at the baggage claim with one of his charming smiles, but I’m sure he’s already on his way home by now.
As soon as the seatbelt sign dings off, I switch my phone off airplane mode. A flood of notifications pops up, but one text catches my eye first.
Nate:
Landed an hour ago, but the back of the plane still hasn’t de-boarded. You’ll probably get home before me.
I snort.
Carly:
Maybe you live there now. I’ll visit.
Nate:
