A few weeks later, Reed and I were leaving for Italy. I'd never been on a plane before, never been out of the US before. It was all so new to me.
We were stopping in London, then getting on a flight to Rome, I think Reed said.
When we boarded the plane in New York, I looked at Reed. "What?" he asked.
I shook my head. I didn't want to tell him. He'd make fun of me.
"Don't like planes?" he asked with a smile.
"Something like that."
"Come on," he pulled me into two plush seats.
"These are first class?"
"Yes, of course. I wanted you to have an excellent experience, especially for or first vacation."
"We were out of town for my birthday."
"Doesn't count."
"It did to me."
He smiled.
I squeezed his hand.
When everyone was on the plane and the door was closed, the flight attendant began a safety speech.
Reed turned to me, mocking the woman.
"Shh," I spoke, trying to listen in.
"You're actually listening?" he asked.
I nodded. "You're not?"
"It's the same for every airplane. I've heard it a thousand times."
"Oh."
When she was finished, the cabin lights dimmed.
I gripped tighter on to Reed's hand.
"You really don't like flying, huh?"
Truth time. "Don't laugh."
"Okay."
"I've never been on a plane before."
"Your passport has a Canadian stamp."
"Evan and I drove to Canada once, spent the day, and went home."
"Wow. It's fine. Take-off is the worst part."
"Great."
He kissed my cheek and whispered, "Need a distraction?"
I nodded.
He leaned over to me, covered me with a blanket we brought, and began stroking me.
I gasped and looked at him.
How was no one noticing?
He moved the armrest up and moved a little closer to me, gaining better access to me. His fingers were torturous, continuing their tantalizing movement.
After a few minutes, I was built up. . . and he stopped.
What? I looked at him.
"We're in the air," he smirked.
My mouth fell open.
"We have a bit of a layover in London. We'll handle it then."
I grimaced and shifted my weight. I whispered, "How long until then?"
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Justice in Love
RomanceGeorgia Monroe thought it was going to be a normal day in court. Someone would come in, pleading not guilty, although they most definitely were guilty, and they'd make bail or spend some time in jail. Same old, same old. Her job wasn't easy, but it...
