“I’ll be back before you even miss me.”
Her lips trembled. “I should be going.”
My hand slipped behind her neck as I pulled her lips to mine. I didn’t care that people were walking by; all I cared about was her knowing how much I loved her.
Slightly pulling back, I spoke against her lips. “I won’t be gone long.”
“O-kay,” she whispered between sobs.
“I’ve got to go.”
Nodding, she took a step back and tried to give me a smile.
“Taylor?”
Her eyes brightened up as her breath caught. “Yes?”
“I love you.”
Her body hit mine, knocking me back a couple of steps. “I love you too.”
“Taylor, he’ll only be gone a couple of days. You’re starting to look desperate,” Meagan said as she pulled on Taylor’s arm.
With a chuckle, I kissed her quickly on the lips and quickly headed to where Nate would be waiting for me. I looked back to see Taylor watching me. She quickly wiped her tears away and smiled a brilliant smile. Lifting my hand, I waved while she waved back.
“Jase, how’s it going?” Nate asked as he gave me a slap on the back.
“It’s going good.”
“We’re out of Gate Two; let’s head on down.”
Thirty minutes later I was sitting in a jet with a flight attendant taking my drink order. I took a picture and texted it to Taylor, hoping it would calm her worrying down if she saw it was a bigger plane.
Me: Look. I have my own personal flight attendant.
Less than a minute later, she responded.
Taylor: Wow! That’s bigger than I thought. Are you sure Nate can fly it?
Me: Yes, and if not William the fighter jet pilot is co-piloting. Stop worrying, baby. I’ll call you when we land. Nate said it will be about a three hour flight.
“Mr. Morris, we’re getting ready to take off.”
“Thanks!”
Me: Got to go, getting ready to take off. Love you!
Taylor: I love you too!
Tess, my overly-attentive flight attendant, offered me another drink.
Lifting my hand, I politely said, “No thanks. How much longer?”
“We’re almost into Wyoming, so not too much longer.”
We hit turbulence and Tess went flying up and off the floor. “Shit!” I shouted as I unbuckled to help her.
“I’m okay, Mr. Morris, I need you to buckle back up. Please! Now, sir.”