Is it the end, or a new beginning?
Jess and Scott haven't had a conversation in month that didn't end in a fight. Making up is fun, but the clock is ticking on their marriage. Is a cross-country move the cause of their problems, or the solution?
Careful :: Contains initiation into the mile-high club, a bit of exhibitionism, temptation, trust, and a heart-wrenching choice.
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Careful :: Contains initiation into the mile-high club, a bit of exhibitionism, temptation, trust, and a heart-wrenching choice.
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The hum of the
engines echoed in my ear. I never could sleep for long on planes. Maybe if I
kept my eyes closed they wouldn’t be too puffy. I snuggled deeper into the
pillow, only then noticing where my body had turned.
I peeked up at
Scott’s sleeping face, his dark lashes fanning against his cheek. We hadn’t
slept this close since before I found out he sold the apartment. Up until then
I hadn’t been happy about the thought of moving, but I’d open to the
possibility. Then the phone call came and the rug had literally been pulled out
from under me. We were going, and to drive the point home, he’d sold ours.
It had been an
amazing offer, and if we’d already agreed to the move, I would have been happy
about it. As the days passed and moving became imminent it seemed silly to
still be angry. I knew everything I held inside I wouldn’t be able to get over,
so I let it out.
It was a New
York problem. If Portland was to be a fresh start, I needed to leave it there,
with the stack of delivery menus and perfect bagels.
I snuggled
deeper into Scott, my head on his shoulder, lifting one of my legs across his.
And then I realized just where my hand was. On the fly of his slacks. If there
hadn’t been a blanket covering us, I might have been mortified. Instead, I was
simply embarrassed and moved my hand back to my own leg.
“Now don’t do
that,” Scott whispered against my hair, his warm fingers wrapping around my
wrist and pulling my hand back to him. “I need to be reminded there are parts
of me you like.”
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