Book the damn flight BITCH
Layla
What kind of announcement??
Catalina
If I told you, you’d faint and maybe die and I don’t want to bury you, so BOOK.
Reed’s text interrupts, and oh boyyyy.
Reed
I need another taste of you, sunshine.
My pulse becomes a drumline.
Layla
Bold of you to assume I’d let you kiss me again.
Reed
I’m not assuming anything.
I’m telling you that the next time I get you under my hands, I’m not stopping until you’re making every sound you tried to bite back the first time.
I bury my face in a pillow and squeal into it like a feral animal.
Layla
So, hypothetically, if I got a red-eye and came tonight…
You’dwant that?
Reed
There’s nothing hypothetical about it.
Come early.
I want time alone with you.
I’ll pay for your flight. Come back to me.
I make a squeaky sound and immediately shove my fist into my mouth to keep from full-on shrieking.
My legs kick out on instinct, heels thumping against the bed as I roll onto my back, then onto my side, then back again because there is simply too much feeling in my body to stay still.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, my eyes burning, my smile so wide my cheeks ache. “Oh my God.”
My chest feels fizzy, sparkling, like I just downed champagne on an empty stomach.
I hug my phone to my sternum and squeeze, breathing him in through his words, as if that’s enough to hold me together.
My phone buzzes again, and I suck in a sharp breath, sitting upright as my hair falls into my face and I swipe the screen.
A screenshot of my flight details.
