“You want company?”
“I would love that.”
We didn’t let go of each other all the way to the bathroom, where we undressed each other, got into the shower, and I returned the favor.
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Istayed up late makingsure we’d packed everything for the trip.I already had a tap board at my parents’ place (if they hadn’t thrown it away), but I had a bunch of other stuff to bring.I didn’t know why I was so nervous.Not a good nervous either.A sick nervous.
By the time I went to bed, I figured he must be asleep, so I got under the covers carefully, trying not to wake him.Only he wasn’t asleep.
“Tapper?”
“Yeah?”
“Are we gonna be able to fuck at your parents’ place?”
“I don’t know.They might put us in separate bedrooms ’cause we’re not married.”And because my mom still treated me like I was six.
“I can’t go ten days without fucking you,” he said.
“I can’t either.We’ll figure something out.”I squeezed him and kissed him behind his ear.“Night, honey kid.”
“Night, tapper.”
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Ididn’t sleep well.As soon as it was light outside, I got up and made us breakfast.We caught an Uber to the Island airport and boarded our plane shortly after.He was really excited because he’d never flown in a plane before.He asked for the window seat.Like I was gonna deny him that experience, but I wasn’t being completely unselfish.I hated flying in small planes, and the less I could see outside, the better.I didn’t want to admit it and seem like a wuss, but he figured it out pretty quick once we were airborne.Then he decided to crack jokes.
“There’s no holy shit handle for you to grab onto,” he said.“You’ll have to settle for me.”He took my hand and squeezed it.
“I’d feel better if I was flying the plane.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“I keep picturing us crashing.”
“Put your AirPods in and shut your eyes.”
It was a two-hour flight, and I was freaking out the whole time.Whenever we hit turbulence, I squeezed his hand so tight it must have hurt him.But he didn’t complain.
