“Not even funny.” The way he looked at me quelled the growing feeling of uneasiness that had crept up the last few days. Wonder who will be sitting next to me on the way home?” Takeoff is awesome if you just sit back and enjoy the ride.” I was entirely lost in the kiss and didn’t even notice that the plane had taken off until we came up for air. Aggressive, controlling, it felt like he couldn’t get enough. His mouth descended upon mine, kissing me in that way that made me weak in the knees. Mid-sentence, Brody decided to shut me up. Or sports? Did you know the Eagles’ punter holds the record for the most consecutive games for a player since 1971? Or that there are currently eight players named Smith in the league, which is the record for-” I was rambling. “Well, how about talking to me about the weather. “Really? You’re going to go there when I’m busy trying to have a panic attack?” I miss the way they scratch at my back when you’re close and I slow down.” “I like the feel of your nails digging into me. Mine was squeezing all the color from his, except where my nails were nearly piercing his skin. “You know, I earn a good living with that hand.” Brody’s eyes narrowed on our joined hands. Especially not when the captain came on again to give us an update, letting us all know we were third in line for takeoff, and we should be on our way in five minutes. Brody turned around in his chair and spoke to the reporter behind us. My insides were starting to freak out, and I couldn’t control it.
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