Page 38 of Only for Tonight
I held out my empty hand for her and she put her hand in mine before I pulled her to me and there, under the willow tree, I danced with her.
The minute the plane takes off, I put my seat back and close my eyes, falling asleep right away.
The flight is four hours and I wake up as the plane touches down. I grab my phone right away and turn off airplane mode before putting on my suit jacket.
I see a couple of texts that came in while I was in the air, but none from Ariella.
Me: Just landed in Nashville.
Aphrodite: Oh, are you playing my cousin Stone? Say hi for me.
I’m about to answer her when she replies right away.
Aphrodite: Actually, don’t say hi for me because then he’s going to have all these questions about when did you see me and all that jazz.
Me: All that jazz?
Aphrodite: It’s a saying, Jaxon. Don’t you have to go sharpen your skates or something?
I laugh and shake my head as I hear the guys around me start to get up.
Me: I’ll call you when I get to the hotel.
Aphrodite: Call me, what is this two thousand and four? Text me.
“What are you smiling about?” Kirby asks, getting up and opening the overhead bin to grab his bag.
I stand up in the aisle, putting my phone away, and grabbing my own bag. “No reason.”
“It’s a girl.” He smirks and gives me a smile, along with a chin lift. “Wait, I thought you and Tiffany just broke up?”
“Affirmative.” I see him look up at the ceiling of the plane. “Very fucking affirmative.”
“You really done with her?” he asks me.
“She called my mother to complain about me.” I bring up just that. “Who the fuck does that?” His eyes look like they are going to come out of his sockets. “That’s just one of the many reasons we are done.”
“Angela is going to be pissed,” he mentions his girlfriend.
“I’m sorry for Angela, but it’s safe to say it’s officially fucking over with Tiffany.”
“So is this girl someone you are into”—he snickers—“or are you just banging her?”
My look turns to ice. “Watch the mouth, yeah?” I warn and his eyebrows go up.
“Shit, this is serious.”
“Yeah, pretty much.” I grab my bag. “Also fucking private, so keep it to yourself.” I look around to make sure no one else is eavesdropping into the conversation.
“Got it. Although”—he looks around also making sure—“Angela did get a call from Tiffany saying she caught you with a pu—” I tilt my head, stopping him from talking—“someone in your house.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, “of course she did. I feel like I’m in high school all over again.”
“Sorry, man.”
“Not your fault, but just so we’re on the same page, I’ve known this girl all my life. We reconnected a couple of weeks ago.” I smile when I think of her. “It’s safe to say, it’s really fucking serious.”
“No shit?” His face fills with a smile and I can see he’s happy for me.
