Page 10 of Their Deviant Love
Something is wrong with Connor. He’s exhausted. Maybe it’s just all the traveling and stress, but he doesn’t look well. I’m hoping that after a solid night’s sleep, he’ll feel better. Not that he’s told me he doesn’t feel okay. No, he’d never admit to not feeling a hundred percent.
I have no idea where we are, other than the fact that it’s hot as hell when we step off the plane. I don’t want to question him. It doesn’t matter to me where we are as long as we are together.
There’s a car waiting for us on the tarmac, and Connor opens the passenger-side door. “I’ll be right back,” he says as he closes it.
I watch him jog up the stairs of the jet. Seconds later, two consecutive gunshots sound out and then Connor is jogging back down again. Most people would ask why the pilots had to die. I’m not most people. I also don’t care. If the loss of their lives means Connor is safer, then I can live with that.
Connor climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the car. The air blasts on my face, relieving some of the heat.
“How long before we get there?” I ask.
“About an hour,” he says.
“Want me to drive?” I know how tired he is.
“Why?” he asks me, maneuvering the car around the plane and out of the gates.
“Because you’re tired.”
“I’m fine,” he says.
I drop the subject and turn on the radio instead. Wherever we are, it’s not an English-speaking country. “We need to pick a song. We don’t have a song,” I tell him.
“What song would you pick?”
“I asked you first.” I have one in mind, but I really do want to know what he thinks our song would be. What I didn’t expect was for him to turn off the radio and start singing.
I twist in my seat to look at him. Where has he been hiding this talent? Connor is singing the lyrics to “All of Me” by John Legend. And I mean he is really singing it.
Tears well up in my eyes. The lyrics hit me right in my heart. This is a perfect song for us, because I do give him all of myself, and I know I have all of him. Our love is everything.
“Your turn,” Connor says when he’s done.
“I can’t beat that,” I tell him. “That was perfect.”
“Our love isn’t a competition, Aurora. Your turn,” he urges me.
“Okay, but when your ears start bleeding, I did warn you.” I laugh and take a deep breath.
I’m fully aware that I can’t sing. I’m as tone-deaf as anyone could be. I close my eyes and then the song comes to me, and I start singing “You Feel Like Home” by Calum Scott. I don’t open my eyes again until I finish the song.
Then I turn to Connor again and say, “You are my home.”
“I’m going to take youhome, Aurora. I will get you back to your family. I promise,” he says.
“I know, but if that never happens, I’m okay with it being just us.”
Will it hurt being kept away from my family? Yes, but a life without Connor will hurt a hell of a lot more.
“It’s going to happen,” he says with certainty. I know he won’t stop until it’s safe for us to return.
I almost drift off but force myself to stay awake. Eventually Connor stops at a resort.
“We’re staying here?” This is not the deserted cabin in the woods in the middle of nowhere I was expecting.
“We are. We’re on our honeymoon, princess.”
Our honeymoon.I smile at the thought.
