Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Thank you,” I say, coming to stand behind her and wrapping my arms around her. We’re both naked. My cock is hard, nestled between her ass cheeks, and she smells like me, or is it that I smell like her? We smell like each other, and every minute that passes, I want more. More of this moment, more of her. Just more.
“Thank you, Foster. This is the most incredible thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“Thank you for going with me. We’re going to have a great time.”
“Of course, we will,” she says, her eyes meeting mine. “We’ll be together.”
Her words wrap around me like a hug, filling in the cracks of a lifetime of missing affection.
Chapter Fourteen
Eden
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“Now boarding first class,” the attendant calls out of the speaker. Foster stands, slides his backpack, the only luggage we have with us, over his shoulder, and offers me his hand.
“First class?” I ask, placing my hand in his and allowing him to pull me to my feet.
“Yeah, I didn’t have time to charter a private plane, and I wanted this to be the best experience possible for your first flight.” He shrugs.
“A private plane! Foster!”
He chuckles. “I didn’t do it,” he says, placing his hand on the small of my back and leading me toward the doors that lead us to the plane. I’ve never flown, so I don’t know what it’s called. A door at the gate, maybe? Either way, I’m about to step foot onto an airplane for the first time, and my nerves are wrecked. “I’m right here,” he says, bending so that he’s whispering in my ear as we walk through the small tunnel, or hallway, whatever this little walkway is called.
“You can’t keep the plane from falling out of the sky, Foster,” I tell him. The lady in front of me turns and gives me a death glare. “I’m sorry. I’m nervous. This is my first time flying,” I ramble on. She nods, gives me a sort of half smile, and turns back around, continuing down the ramp, and I clamp my mouth shut.
“Welcome aboard,” a friendly flight attendant greets us as we step onto the plane. “Second row on your right.” Foster leads me to our seats. “Do you want the window or the aisle?” he asks. The attendant doesn’t seem to recognize Foster, which is a good thing. I don’t need people taking pictures of me freaking out. Maybe the glasses and the hat work for him as a disguise, or maybe the flight attendant and everyone on this flight and in the airport are not Rampage fans. I mean, I’ve lived in this town my entire life and never saw him before. I guess it’s possible.
“Um, I don’t know,” I finally answer, pulling myself out of my thoughts.
“You take the window, and we can pull the shade if you don’t want to look out. If we need to switch, we can. It’s a short two-hour flight. It will be over before you know it,” he assures me.
I feel like such a baby, but I can’t help it. The fear is real.
I take the window seat as instructed, and Foster shoves his duffel beneath the seat before helping me fasten my seat belt. I went to the bathroom right before they announced our boarding because I don’t want to have to get up until we’ve landed. “Thank you,” I whisper, as he double-checks my seat belt.
“Are you excited?” he asks, sitting back in his seat and turning his head to face me.
“I’m excited, but also nervous. Thank you for this, Foster.”
He leans over and presses his lips to my temple, and something inside me stills. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to. We understand one another in a way I’ve never experienced before. Neither one of us feels the need to fill the silence, to explain ourselves.
I’m used to being looked at but not really seen. To show others only what I want them to see, as a way to protect myself. I only give them as little or as much as I’m willing to give. With him, it feels different. As if he recognizes the parts of me I’ve never learned how to articulate. The parts that I keep hidden for fear of rejection. I’ve never cared about that with Foster. The quiet doubts and careful hopes I keep tucked away because they’ve never felt safe to share… I share them with him.
The understanding between us isn’t loud or overwhelming. It’s steady. It tells me I don’t have to shrink or sharpen myself to be understood. I can just be here, exactly as I am, and that is enough. The realization is almost unsettling at how unfamiliar it feels to be met without resistance, without explanation.
To just be me.
Even when I’m freaking out, he’s steady, and the only steady I’ve ever had in my life is my best friend, Carrie. However, with each passing day, he shows me that I can add another name to that list. The man sitting next to me offers me that comfort and reassurance, and I know with everything that I am that I’ve completely fallen headfirst for him.