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“It’s okay, really. I’m better now. I’m stronger than what happened to me.”
“Am I the only one who knows?”
I shake my head. “Jett knows.”
She smiles softly. “Do you feel like you want something more with him? It means a lot that you told him.”
I don’t have to think about it; I already know the answer. In the perfect world, if things weren’t messy, and life hadn’t bogged me down, of course it would be him, but sometimes fear just gets in my way of dreaming like that.
Unable to keep my emotions at bay, I nod, water lining the inside of my eyelids.
“Then don’t let fear define you, Fi. You’re ferocious. Go after what you want, babe, ’cause I might not know everything, but I know what you want might just happen to really want you back.”
After dinner, I got in my car to a text from Jett that made all of the emotion from my conversation with Sienna morph into swirls at the bottom of my stomach.
JETT
Are you too tired to finish the night off with dessert?
ME
Some boyfriend you are. Do you even know me at all?
JETT
Oh I know you, baby. Come to the hangar instead of the house. See you soon.
The short commute back to Greenway takes no time, and passing Jett’s neighborhood for the Grove Hangar feels like I’m approaching some secret mission in a spy movie or something. Though it’s not that late, the dark sky makes it feel like it is. Only a few planes are on the tarmac, and even less cars in the parking lot.
When I park my car and lock it, I stroll to the entrance, pleading with my body to simmer some of the excitement I feel rushing through me.
Inside, Jett waits for me with his back turned in a chair by the entrance. The armchair is by no means small, but with him in it, it’s teeny. His long leg crosses over his other knee as he taps away on his phone, and like the last time I saw him, my playfulness kicks in. Quick and quietly, I sneak right behind him before he can turn around, covering his eyes with both my palms.
“Who am I, and why have you brought me here?”
His cheeks rise under my palms as he thinks on my question.
“Hmmm.” His deep timber echoes through the empty lobby, and bumps rise along my arms.
“Answer wisely.” I snicker.
“You are my remarkably beautiful girlfriend, and I brought you here because I haven’t taken you on a date since you’ve really been mine, and that won’t do.”
Pulling my hands from his eyes, but not releasing them, Jett rises to his full height, my eyes travel up his body to his own.
“Charmer,” I sass, but my heart beats faster.
“Damn right I am. C’mon.”
Jett pulls me through the lobby and out to the long runway where a small plane that looks just as nice as the one we tour on, just smaller, waits ahead of us.
“Jett Parker, what are you doing?”
“Taking you for dessert,” he says like normal people get on private jets for ice cream.
“Are there no good ice cream places within driving distance?” I ask as the two of us board the plane, watching as Jett makes his way to the cockpit.
He’s flying?
