Page 29 of Blue Moon

The other day, I’d been so mad at Sawyer for giving me a hard time about my work, but now, I saw how important it was to be present in my life.

Now four of the planes, including Sawyer’s, were attempting to come from one side while the remaining two were approaching from the other side. I wanted to close my eyes—I couldn’t possibly watch this—they were going to collide.

But they didn’t.

The crowd roared, and desire built in me. I’d just gone from a small crush to a full-on obsession.

Oh my god! I was now a Blue Angel groupie.

Except, I wasn’t a real groupie. I only wanted Sawyer, not the other Angels. And I hadn’t even slept with him.

Then, a crazy idea occurred to me.

What if . . . I lost my virginity to him? Tonight.

Maybe I was just high from the excitement of the air show, but this sounded like an excellent idea.

I mean, why not? I was twenty-two years old. I was so sick of being a virgin. I’d never expected to still be a virgin at my age, and honestly, it made me feel like a freak. Sawyer had been so calm and soothing with me in the plane, so I was willing to bet he’d be an incredibly patient and experienced lover. And I was certain he was attracted to me. Hell, he had kissed me twice and was constantly telling me how beautiful I was.

Yes! This was a great idea. A one-flight stand with a Blue Angel. My first time would be with an American hero. A fighter pilot. My own TOPGUN. It would be like a fantasy come true.

But how would I make this happen? For some reason, men never openly propositioned me for sex or asked me to go home with them at bars, even though my friends never had this problem. And Sawyer hadn’t even asked to come in last night. Even worse, I’d invited him in, and he had turned me down.

Clearly, I was the issue. Did I give off a prudish vibe? Maybe everyone could tell I was a virgin. Inwardly I shook my head—no, there was no way they could tell. I was just imagining the worst.

I needed to relax. Throw caution to the wind. Make it clear that I wanted him.

They flew for a bit longer, and my neck ached from straining to see them.

Finally, they landed. After exiting their planes, they walked over to the boxes, where their fans awaited.

And their groupies.

My nerve endings tingled when he headed in the direction of where I was standing, though there were hundreds of people here. Would he acknowledge me in the crowd? Assuming he’d even be able to pick me out of all the people gathered here.

There was yellow tape separating the fans from the pilots. Good idea. Someone could jump them. Someone like me.

I waved like a fool, and Sawyer winked at me. Yes, he acknowledged me. I felt like a million bucks.

He finally walked closer toward me, but a little boy with a stuffed toy in the shape of a Blue Angel plane jumped up toward Sawyer.

Sawyer knelt next to the little boy. “Hey buddy, did you like the show?”

“Yes. Can I be a pilot like you?”

“You bet you can. You just have to work hard in school, listen to your mama, and you’ll be here one day.” Sawyer hugged the little boy and the kid’s mom, too. He then posed for a picture.

My breath hitched.

Then some other lady handed Sawyer her baby.

A baby!

Sawyer was cooing with the baby, completely a natural, and I was now dead.

I swear I felt sharp pangs in my ovaries. This was too much emotional overload for me.

By the time Sawyer finally reached me, my hands were shaking. Though he had kissed me last night, suddenly everything felt different. After seeing him fly, I felt so unworthy of his attention. Maybe he would ignore me or cancel our date.