Page 59 of The Perfect Spiral
We pulled apart after the steamy make-out session, breathing heavily. Nothing hotter than being picked up and being pushed up against something while kissing. Am I right?
He smiled up at me and pecked me once more on my lips. Setting me down on the concrete ground outside the apartment block. Damn, that was hot!
I stared up at him while he stood there, his two hands resting behind me on the car, effectively caging me in.
I snapped at him, “I’m still mad at you, Wes!” and walked under his arm to get into the car. He frowned at me and opened the door for me, then walked around to the driver’s side.
The car ride to the airport was silent, that make-out session replaying in my head the whole time. My core was throbbing at just the thought of it, so I crossed my legs over to stop it all.
Stop thinking about it! It was a tactic for you to forgive him, Alex!
When we arrived at the airport, we parked in the lot as Wes was leaving his car there until we returned. We wheeled our bags to the front desk to check in, both of us in first class.
The young blonde girl behind the desk beamed at Wes while I rolled my eyes. Stupid Knox! Stupid boys!
“Is there any way we could refund the ticket back to the person who bought it for me? I wouldn’t mind sitting in economy,” I said, knowing full well Knox had bought my ticket again.
Wes always flies first class so he had already paid for his. He offered to pay for mine so we could sit together but I turned him down.
“I’m sorry Miss... Thompson, but your ticket has already been purchased and there are no seats left on the flight. I could put you on the next flight that leaves in five hours?”
I sighed begrudgingly at her while Wes laughed at my reaction. “You’re definitely not like most girls,” Wes murmured.
“No, I’ll just take the seat, thank you,” I smiled guiltily at her. I felt uncomfortable about this, I don’t like it when he does this, it feels like I’m taking advantage of him.
The flight was smooth and quiet. No crying children, no people kicking the back of my chair, just Wes sitting next to me. I caught him glancing at me a few times.
But I ignored him, I was still mad at him, and when I saw my brothers, I planned to give them the silent treatment too. Along with my other bodyguards.
We landed on time, grabbed our bags at baggage claim, and made our way to the pick-up area where Kyle and Knox werewaiting for us. Eric’s spotless white Range Rover was parked nearby.
Noticing a few cameras nearby, I continued forward until I reached them.
“Hey, little sis!” Kyle went to hug me, but I put my hand out to stop it from happening and pushed my case in front of me.
“Here, put that in the trunk.” They all just stared at me in shock that I was bold enough to do that in public. I’m not in the mood for them, just get me home to my mom and sister.
I slide into the backseat of the car, shutting the door behind me. They all stand there, frozen in shock at the scene that just unfolded. I roll my eyes behind my sunglasses.
Eventually, they manage to load the bags into the trunk, climbing into the car after exchanging greetings. They share a look, a silent question passing between them: Should we ask what’s up with her?
“How was the flight?” Kyle finally shatters the awkward silence that’s settled in the car. They all turn to me, waiting for a response. I remain silent, not in the mood for small talk.
As I gaze out the window, I recognize the familiar streets of Queens, signaling that we still have a ways to go before we reach Wes’s house, and then mine.
“The flight was great, man! Smooth sailing, no turbulence, and no crying kids! Plus, kicking back in first-class made it even better,” Wes chimes in, trying to lighten the mood. But I can feel their eyes on me, their concern palpable.
“Cool. How about you, sis?” Kyle asks.
“Alex?” He repeats my name, thinking I didn’t hear him the firsttime. “Alex?”
“Don’t talk to me,” I snap.
“Woah! Who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?” He attempts to joke, but I’m not in the mood. I’m angry. Very angry.
I hear Wes clear his throat and I glance at him. He’s shaking his head at Kyle, silently warning him not to push me. He’s right. If Kyle pushes me any further, I’ll lose it.
“What? Am I missing something?” Kyle asks, clearly not getting the message.
