Page 122 of Chasing You

May sniffles as she looks back up at me, tears flooding her eyes. Rafael just leans down to place a kiss on my forehead. “Thank you.”

“Okay, this is more than just thank you!” May clambers over to pull me into a hug. “I don’t know any better words right now though,” she sobs into my shoulder. I should’ve known the tears were coming.

I can’t help but laugh in response. “Thank you works just fine.” I chuckle as she lets me go. “You guys deserve to call this place your own, especially once the little one comes.”

May just shakes her head. “I love you, D’Angelo.”

“Love youtoo, Whitley.”

The wind tossesmy hair behind me as I walk onto the tarmac. The guy inside the front office sent me this way when I asked for Miles, but I can’t see him, I can only see the empty runway.

The water glistens out in front of me, this airstrip sitting right at the water’s edge. Makes it slightly dodgy for anyone who’s learning how to get a plane off the ground in my opinion, but hey, I don’t know shit about flying planes.

“Miles?” I call out, but the wind carries my voice away.

That’s when I see him appear out of a hangar to the left of me. “Hey, princess.”

I can’t help the blush that climbs up my cheeks every single time he uses that nickname, even if he’s been saying it every single day. “Hey, hotshot.”

He smiles wide before capturing me in a hug. I squeal as he lifts me off my feet, spinning me around and setting my heart racing.

I laugh against his mouth as he kisses me when I land back on my feet, his mouth claiming me out here in the open. “What am I doing here?”

“Oh,” he puts me back without letting me go, “you don’t want to see my workplace?”

“No! Of course I do!” I say, looking around. “It’s nice, for a strip of concrete.”

He just chuckles, the sound like a warm blanket over my heart. “No, I did bring you here for a reason.”

“Oh really?” I say, my brows raising as I run my hand through his hair. “And what would that be?”

“Come on,” he takes my hand, “I’ll show you.”

I giggle as I follow behind him into the bunker, my eyes adjusting under the big shadows before I see the plane right in front of us. It looks old, like something you’d see in some kind of movie. It’s beautiful.

Miles looks at me with anticipation, his hands fidgety as he watches me.

“What is this, Miles?” I ask, knowing he’s dying to tell me.

“This, my girl, is a P-51 Mustang.” His voice is laced with excitement, almost as if I should know what that means. I wish I did because the look in his eyes is adorable.

“Okay…”

He steps into me. “It’s one of the planes they used in Top Gun.”

My mouth drops open. “Wait, really?!”

“Really,” he says, half skipping over to the plane. “Tom Cruise flew one of these himself.” He rubs his hand over the aluminium.

“No shit,” I marvel, taking a better look at the plane in front of me. No wonder I thought it looked like something from a movie.

He grins. “And we are about to fly this one.”

“We what?” My heart begins racing in my chest.

“I made you a promise four years ago,” he says, coming over to wrap his arms around my waist. “And I’m a man who keeps my promises.”

“I know we said we would do a Top Gun flight, but I didn’t think it would be in one of theactualplanes from Top Gun,” I say.

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