Behind The Scenes

88. Hero

We got on the plane. I'm sitting on the side of the window and Jo in the middle, between me and Anna, so she can rest her head on both of us.
"How'd you do without us?" Anna tells her, giggling while the stewardess explains how to save us in the event of a vehicle crash.
Jo shrugs and laughs. God, I fell in love with her primarily for her beautiful smile, the rest came after it.
I am leaning against the window with my body a little turned towards them laughing and chatting. I don't even know what they're talking about, I'm too focused on looking at Jo and her smile. And her lips.
"Hero, do you remember it?" she tells me, shaking me out of my trance.
I have no idea what they just said...
I nod, pretending I understand everything, and they laugh.
"Do you understand what we're talking about?" Anna asks amused by my distraction.
"Mhm... not really," and I run a hand over my hair, embarrassed.
"In fact... well, we were talking about..." Jo begins to explain, but I can't listen to her. I can't take my eyes off her pink, plump lips that move in slow motion in my mind as she speaks. I want her lips to trace a path all over my body and take possession of my mouth, as they always have done. They'd look great wrapped around my—
Jo moves a hand in front of my face, interrupting my thoughts that would soon give me a fucking erection. Why can women be turned on without anyone noticing and men not?
"But are you listening to me?" she asks me.
I take my gaze away from her lips and look into her eyes. "I'm just tired... sorry." And after saying that, my gaze has landed on her mouth again and I wet my lips. My brain is not connected to the body, okay. It was not my intention!
She obviously notices now, and she grins.
I feel I have to apologize, I don't know. "I'm sorry, really, but I can't help it—"
I am interrupted by a kiss. Fuck. I open my eyes in surprise. Then she walks away a few inches and looks at me, unsure whether to continue or not. She eventually walks away and smiles biting her bottom lip.
Anna is shocked and has put her hands to her mouth.
I covered my face with a pillow they gave us. "I can't believe it..." I say to myself. "Did she really do it?"
"Yes, she really did!" Anna answers.
Maybe I was thinking aloud...
I take the pillow off my face and still can hardly believe it. I look at Jo, who in turn looks at me with two doe eyes but blue, and I shake my head, tapping a finger on my temple. "You're out of your mind..." I say in a low voice, with a stupid smile on my face.
"I know," she says, and giggles nervously.
I feel three hundred thousand butterflies in my stomach, shit. It reminds me of the feeling of the first time she kissed me, I didn't fully expect it, like I never expected it now. She has had the balls twice to do such a thing... brave of the girl, I like this thing about Jo, she is not afraid of anything. It must be said that I am also very predictable... I fucking looked at her lips fantasizing for I don't know how long.
Exactly, I look out the window and we have already taken off. God, how long have they been talking without me understanding anything they were saying? At least half an hour.
We kissed after nearly three fucking months. I still can not believe it.
I turn back and say to the guards, "Did this really happen? Have you seen it?" to make sure Anna and I aren't crazy.
They nod in silence, smiling.
I look forward again. No, I can't look her in the face as that moment comes to mind. I think I even blushed. God, I'm lost in love.
"You are crazy!" Jo exclaims when I look at her and I start giggling for no reason.
I take a deep breath. "I'm fucking crazy about you."
She smiles, takes my chin with one hand and brings my face close to hers. She kisses me again, and this time she licks my lips and nibbles the bottom one softly. Slowly she is giving me little bits of her.
I go away this time. "You know we're on a plane... you can't do this to me."
Anna looks at us more and more shocked and satisfied. We are returning slowly.
"Go to sleep," Jo tells me, "otherwise when we arrive you'll be tired."
I arche my brows. Did I just identify an insinuation in what she just said?
"We need to talk," she clarifies. She knows me so well.
Usually the 'we have to talk' scares me, but not now. It simply means that we would have some time to be alone, and I don't care if we end up screaming at each other — even if I doubt it —, I just want her, even pissed off, who cares.