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I swallow, the heat from his words igniting a frenzy of desire again.
I am his.
I just can’t be his in Texas.
My hand slides between us, dipping under his briefs and pulling out his hard cock. He groans as I wrap my fingers around the shaft and pump it once. His eyes darken with need. I position myself over him and slide down, letting him fill me. We fit perfectly. Unlike earlier, where the sex was fast and furious, this one is slow, passionate, controlled. Our bodies move in a perfect harmony of thrusts, moans, delicate kisses, and a slow burn.
We both realize what this is, and neither of us wants it to end.
But we’re at an impasse.
A dead end.
Closure.
Early the next morning, I feel his movement as he rolls out of bed and gets dressed. There’s enough light coming from the sliver in the curtains to see him. I stretch my arm to his still warm spot, swallowing back the regret. I want to say I’ll come back to Austin. That I’ll do it for him, but something stops me—the thought that I’ll wake the sleeping bear.
Instead, I keep quiet and watch him.
He stops in the small hallway and looks over his shoulder. “Maybe I’ll show up at another stop.”
“I hope you do.”
He pauses and then says, “I love you, Kalico.”
I inhale his words—the warmth and the loss—all at once. “I love you too, Pax.”
I’m pretty sure I just lost one of my lives.
CHAPTER 38
Kali
A year later…
“We’re sorry, folks, we’re going to reroute to Austin because the storm doesn’t seem to want to move. We’ll get you home as soon as possible.”
Ari and I both groan simultaneously. We hate when this happens.
Well, I promised I would go back one day. I just didn’t think it would be like this. A year and a half and a whole new life later, I’ve moved on from this hell. The only thing that couldn’t move on was my heart. I miss Paxton, especially after our night together in St. Louis a year ago. I often wondered when walking into a new hotel if I would find him waiting for me, but he was never there.
Eventually, I stopped looking.
“Get ready to deal with bitchy people,” she leans over and whispers. People can get downright mean when plans deviate. Gone is any understanding, and the knives come out. The long fight from Hawaii just turned into hours more. It just messed up our connection, too, and I’m certain we’re stuck here for the night. The first flight attendant call button goes off.
She sighs, seeing it’s a person in her group. “You want to flip for it?”
“No, I’ll go. But if 5A goes off, she’s all yours.” I made the mistake of telling her I loved her necklace. It turned into a three-minute explanation of where she got it. Three minutes doesn’t seem like a long time, but we were in the middle of boarding, and she was blocking people. Later, when I offered her a drink, she launched into a ramble about her favorite drink from the past that they no longer offer.
“Deal.”
As I pass rows of disgruntled passengers, I avoid all their glares, but their anger is swirling in the air. People, I don’t want to go to Austin, either. But humans need to place blame on someone, and we’re ripe for the taking. Another flight attendant light dings ahead, but I focus on the first one.
Reaching underneath to turn off the light, I ask, “What can I help you with?”
Dull brown eyes lock onto mine, and an eerie sensation courses through me. The man’s weathered face remains devoid of any expression, and his hardened stare makes me uncomfortable, so I stand up straighter.
“Is there something you need?”
