“Hi, I’m Rusty. I believe you’re my driver?”
After landing, I park the plane and tie it down. My heart begins to palpitate. Now that I’m on the ground, nerves overtake me. Even though we’ve spent hours talking to each other every night, we’ve only been around each other a couple of times. This all seems insane. What if, for some reason, we no longer have chemistry?
As I exit the tarmac and head to the FBO, Abby’s standing in the lobby with a poster board that reads “Rusty.” All of her beautiful golden locks are tucked up into a newsboy cap. She smiles and holds the sign up higher, looking past me like someone else is arriving behind me.
I lock in on her and stride in her direction. “Hi, I’m Rusty. I believe you’re my driver?”
She quirks her head to the side. “Hi, yes. My name is Abigale. Where can I take you today?”
I laugh and reach my hand out to play her little game and shake as if we’ve never met. Her small, delicate hand slides into mine. That spark from the first night we met is still there, and she bites her bottom lip like she felt it too. I can’t take it; I bend down and press my lips to hers. She sighs and falls into my embrace. My bag slides off my shoulder, and her sign falls to the ground while I sweep my tongue over her bottom lip and into her mouth. My body unwinds, and every ounce of fear that the chemistry we’d once felt could ever fade away vanishes.
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