Page 39 of Our Little Cliche
Chapter Thirty-Eight
CYRUS
“Are you alright?” I ask Holly who currently has my hand in a death grip while we wait by the counter to make our way onto the plane.
I remember her telling me she hated flying, but I didn’t think she was this terrified.
When she doesn’t respond I pull back to cup my hand around her head, pulling her against my chest. “Here, just rest your head on me.”
Life could simply not get any better than this.
Life is good.
Life is exactly where it’s supposed to be.
I have a gorgeous soul by my side about to travel with me to the Hickett Signing in Vancouver, who for the last week hasn’t been able to keep her hands to herself for longer than thirty seconds. To be fair, neither have I. We have both just been completely infatuated with each other. Inseparable .
I sigh, internally scrutinizing myself over everything that could go wrong at the singing and the Gala, knowing there’s one tiny obstacle.
Quinn Potleigh .
I don’t know how we’re going to manage to get through this trip without raising his alarm bells.
I’m always up for a challenge, but this ?
…This will be like wearing a tight leash.
This event is our first time in public together since I took her to grab lunch on her second or third day working for me.
We just don’t know how to be in public without looking at each other with googly eyes.
I don’t like the idea of having to treat my girl like just someone I work with.
An employee . Holly thinks she’s the one who’s going to fuck up, but what about me?
I can barely look at her without getting a raging hard on, or wanting to pick her up and hoist her above me like that scene in Dirty Dancing, and just squish her cheeks and tell her?—
Oh my lord.
I am so fucking obsessed with this woman.
She has my damn heart and soul in the palm of her hand. This is going to be impossible. I’ve always said I can play a good poker face, but that was before… before I fell in love with her.
If I don’t play it smart it’ll be the end of the both of us. Another godawful sigh brushes past my lips and I continue stroking her hair from behind, nudging her step by step to our seats. Feeding her tendrils through my fingers seems to be keeping her somewhat calm.
Once she gets into her business class pod, I kiss her on the forehead. “You’ll be fine, angel. I’ll be right here beside you.” I walk down to the end of the isle and loop around to my pod directly beside her, sliding open the divider between us. “See?”
“Here’s hoping I won’t feel any turbulence in this fancy seat,” she says through shivering teeth.
An air hostess approaches us with slick back hair and bright lipstick. “Sorry, sir, the dividers must be closed for takeoff. When the captain switches off the seat belt sign you may open them again.”
The engine spools for take off so I send Holly a text before switching to WiFi only mode.
Me:
Are you thinking of me?
Miss Holly Cate:
Yes. Always.
Me:
Good. Is it helping?
Miss Holly Cate:
Yeah, but I’d rather be in your arms. On your lap…
Instantly the thought wakes my cock.
Me:
Soon, my love. But right now just focus on your breathing. Focus on three things you can see, three things you can feel, and three things you can hear.
Miss Holly Cate:
Okay.
Me:
What do you see?
No reply. I slide the opening, ignoring my instructions to the contrary, finding Holly with her head tucked between her knees and her sleeves over her knuckles.
Woman, I said focus on breathing… not dissociate.
It feels like I’ve waited an eternity for the seat belt sign to finally turn off, and the second it does I scurry down the isle to her pod, and grab her chin between my index finger and thumb to pin her attention to me, unable to tell if she has been slightly teary or if what I’m looking at is sweat on her face.
I tsk in disbelief, scanning over her incredibly weary eyes and plant a kiss on her lips. “How ever did you manage to fly all the way over here on your own if you’re this terrified of flights?”
She shrugs and a crooked, guilty smile tilts one side of her cheek. “Wine?”
“Ah, yes. How could I forget. You and wine are quite good together.” Holly and wine are absolutely not good together.
If it’s white wine she drinks, she will do something insane like picking any town in the world to move to and forgetting all about it, and if it’s red wine she will more than likely rip your damn clothes off.
“We should have had a glass to help with the jitters. Maybe next time I’ll give you a sedative. ”
She scoffs playfully, “What, so you can take advantage of me?”
My smile squints my eyes, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose—the way that they always do when I grin this hard. There’s the little smart ass I knew was hiding in there somewhere. “Me? Take advantage of someone while they’re unconscious? Never. ”
My dick nudges again, but it lasts only a mere second as turbulence interrupts, scaring Holly anew. I grip onto the pod walls for balance. She gulps, then fans her face as if it’s going to help. “I think I’ll take that sedative now.”
The seat belt sign illuminates again. “You’re okay. I’ll be back soon, will champagne be okay?”
“Mhmm.”
When the plane stabilizes, I press the call button for the hostess, ordering us two glasses of champagne.
Holly pulls out one of Izzy’s books, Love In The Air.
Great, that will keep her distracted for a while.
I’ll use the opportunity to smash out some writing since this woman prevents me from being productive—in all the best ways.
I pass her glass of bubbly over the distance between us and she cheers. “Here’s to us. For surviving a snowstorm and this flight… so far. And, to wine, for giving me the ability to get stuck in a snowstorm… and be on this flight… with this man.”
“Here here.”
“Must be a good book,” I say, breaking from my laptop, noticing her facial expression has changed. It’s written all over her face. “I know that look.”
“What look?”
The I’m horny but haven’t realized that the world around me can tell look. “The one you suck at hiding.” My dick pulsates with that need for her again, having a general idea about where she might be in the book. “Must be a pretty good book then?” I ask, even though I’ve read it before.
“Are you kidding? She’s my favorite writer. I became obsessed with books because of her. Cozy romances, swoon worthy men, pining love and every kind of gooey trope you can think of. Fairdinkum, that woman can write a love story, and I’m going to meet her!”
A smirk turns my lips, baring teeth before forming into a belly chuckle. My adornment for her shining through. “There’s another one.”
“Another what?”
“Another one of those Australian words. Fair… what was it?”
“Oh,” she laughs. “Fairdinkum.”
I try saying the word the way she says it, but my accent doesn’t allow the Aussie note to roll off my tongue that way. “Close enough,” she smiles. “You’ll have to scrub up on our slang if you ever want to go to Australia.”
“As long as the words keep coming out of that pretty mouth of yours, I’ll have a lifelong, personal Down Under dictionary.”
Lifelong.
“You’re too cute,” she says, going back to her reading. She’s so engrossed a few minutes later she doesn’t even realize that I’ve left my pod and am standing by hers.
“You know, I’ve never been part of that club before…”
The Mile High Club.
“You… you’ve read this book?”
“I have.” Holly looks at me with extreme intensity, the whites of her eyes showing the longer I lock my gaze on her.
Don’t underestimate me, sweet angel. I’ll fuck you anywhere you let me. Right now my dick is making me think poorly because this whole “getting caught” thing is just ammo for me at this point.
“Oh, you’re serious…”
Of course I’m damn serious. But it’s more than just sex, though.
With Holly, it’s like I’m that blue guy from Avatar when their tail things entwine.
It’s a surreal feeling. Unlike any other.
We’re not just two bodies working together to reach a climax—it’s a moment in time when the world stops, where I can feel everything she can feel, and see everything she can see.
I can hear colors, and see sounds. I can stand on the top of the earth, fly in the clouds, and swim without breathing.
Having sex with Holly is like unlocking the ultimate power. Life’s greatest gift.
We are no longer two separates, but rather one whole.
“I am,” I say, taking away her book and un-clipping her belt. “You look like you need to use the restroom…”
“Oh, umm. Right. I’ll?—”
“I’ll knock twice, count to two, then knock again,” I say it like I’ve done it all before but I haven’t. She leaves and I tidy up our areas to pass the time.
Ah, hell . How am I going to manage getting down a narrow walkway with tented jeans?
Do you know what?
Fuck it.