Our hands locked together, we run, our laughter echoing through the almost empty airport. We almost didn’t make it, if he hadn’t driven like a crazy person as he promised when he peppered kisses across my chest in his office, making me grab unto his hair.
“I told you we would make it.” he chuckles when we dash into plane.
A night flight, an actual flight. I haven’t been on one yet, and I didn't say anything, but he must have seen something on my face because he squeezes my hand, dragging my eyes to his face.
“Keep your eyes on me, okay? I am right here.” he whispered, the flight is semi empty yet, he whispers like anyone was listening to us.
I do keep my eyes on him, and soon the tightness in my chest deflates, and my mind can only concentrate on the circles he keeps drawing on the back of my hand, it is soothing and maddening, even when he just took me into his mouth and swallowed every drop. I am the one who cannot get enough of him.
“Do you know the green in your eyes change from t
