Page 107 of Attached At Heart
“Yeah, I know,” he said solemnly, not laughing even a little bit. He lowered his voice. “But I was when I said it wouldn’t scare me.”
My throat constricted. My chest tightened. My pulse soared.
But he didn’t mean it likethat.
“No, you’ve always wanted kids,” I said as Blake let me slide back down to the floor. Because it was true. He had, hadn’t he?
Blake only responded with a soft hum, focusing instead on fixing our clothes so we could escape the bathroom before we were detected.
I never would have guessed we’d be ending this trip by nearly fucking in the plane bathroom, but I had absolutely no regrets.
Especially because this new era of our relationship meant that when we both had righted our clothes and snuck back to our seats, Blake immediately pulled me into his arms. And while I couldn’t decide if that meant cuddlingwason the table or if this was just an extension of fooling around, an aftercare moment, I was enjoying myself too much to think about it for more than a few minutes.
It was the most comfortable I’d ever been on a flight and certainly the happiest. It might have been the happiest I’d been…ever.
I turned on a movie, and Blake’s lips grazed my neck before he sighed in my ear, sounding almost regretful and setting alarm bells ringing in my head.
“Everything okay?” I asked, glancing back at him.
“Everything is more than okay. Everything is amazing.” Despite his words, his voice sounded strained. “But also, no.”
“No?”
He sighed again, his eyes rolling up for a moment. The plane could have fallen from the sky, and I probably wouldn’t have noticed, too busy waiting for whatever Blake was about to say. And when he spoke, it was with such a hushed reverence it felt like the world stopped spinning for a second, and we were just floating in the air.
“I’m just constantly tortured by you, Delaney.”
I laughed, but it was forced. Because there was simply nothing funny about this moment. “Tortured?”
He lowered his voice, leaning closer. As close as he could get. I reveled in his nearness in a way I never suspected I would. I knew it wasn’t scientifically possible for a heart to vibrate, but that was what it felt like when Blake’s skin kissed mine.
“Tortured, baby.” He sucked my neck like he wanted to mark me there. “You’re sitting there like nothing happened, and meanwhile, all I can think about is how my cum is between your pretty thighs. I still don’t know how the hell I’m going to make it to Boston in these conditions.”
I sucked in, reeling from his words and crossing one leg over the other, trying to tame the pulse between my legs before it grew unbearable again. And once I thought I could speak coherently, I muttered, “I am not sitting here like nothing happened, Blake.”
“You could have fooled me.”
I shook my head, looking at him. “I was actually just thinking about how happy I am.”
Blake’s gaze bored into me, studying my face. His breathing seemed stilted, and his lips parted before he licked them slowly. “Really?”
I nodded. “Really. I’m very…happy about what just happened. And I’m going to be thinking about it the entire way home. Likely longer than that.”
“Mm,” Blake murmured. “I think maybe this is a sign that we should travel more often. I can book the next flight as soon as we get home.”
“I’d like that,” I whispered. “We should see how many plane rides we can squeeze in over the next year.”
I’d never been much of a traveler before, but I’d learned I really liked traveling with Blake.
“Yeah.” Blake’s voice suddenly sounded duller. “I bet we can fit in a lot…in a year.”
In a year.
Was that when this—whatever this was—ended?
I wasn’t sure.
But I was starting to feel sure I didn’t want it to.
