**** According to the votes people want a sequel and I understand why some people don't want one. I still haven't decided, but I will say this, whether I have a sequel or not, no matter how bad the drama, true love will always find it's way. That's in real life and in this story. Read into that what you will, and keep that in mind when your emotions run high.
AMB hotel room (yup it's a real hotel room in a hotel called the Palms in Vegas, man I wish I was rich) and a video of Rep. John Lewis (yes he's real too) in the m/m. ****
AMBER P.O.V. –
“August you’re doing thee most.” I said as he followed close behind me into the airport.
“You dropped me off, you didn’t have to park the car.”
“Can I spend at least a little more time with you? Damn. You gon be gone for a whole week.” He shifted my carry-on bag on his shoulder. “You got your ticket?”
“Yes, I have my ticket.” I walked over to the check-in line and August followed.
“You got your cellphone?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t use it on the plane.”
“I’ve ridden a plane before to know that.” I got my I.D. out my purse.
“Make sure you put the lock on your door at the hotel. Don’t want nobody breaking in.”
“August.” I sighed annoyed.
“Make sure you call me right when you wake up and right before you go to sleep. Everyday.”
“Please go.” I fanned him away. He was being too overprotective.
“Your ID ma’am?” The lady at the desk asked. I handed her my I.D.
“You sir?”
“I’m not going.”
“Well you do know you can’t go with her through the security line.”
“I know.”
“Just one bag ma’am?”
“Yes.” August handed her my roll luggage.
“Wish all men were helpful like that. You’re quite lucky.” She said taking the luggage from August.
“Say that again so she know ma’am.” August sucked his teeth.
“Please don’t fill his head up.” I shook my head.
She smiled and looked up something on her computer.
He slyly smacked me on my butt.
“Don’t do that.” I said to August under my breath.
“You’re all set ma’am. Enjoy your flight.”
“Thank you.” I got back my I.D. from her and went over to the entrance of the security line.
“You mind if I bring over the girls while you gone? Let them swin a little bit.”
“No.” I said reaching for my carry-on bag on his shoulder.
He handed it to me.
“Call me as soon as you land.” He wrapped his arms around my waist.
“August, you don’t have to remind me. Stop acting like that. It’s just a week.” I picked some lint out of his hair.
