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Tucked in a stowed away compartment, Jett secures an extra chair in between the two captain’s seats.
“Wanna watch from up here?” He smiles a flirty smile.
“You’re serious?”
Nodding, he pats the seat for me, as he straps himself in his own, the control panel lighting of all different colors ahead of us.
“Atlanta is just a forty-five-minute flight. Be my co-pilot, will you?”
Double meaning or not, I know the answer for both—yes.
“You’re crazy,” I laugh as I click on my seatbelt.
“About you, I am.”
Jett gets everything prepared for takeoff as I watch, the occasional heated stare he gives me makes me consider reaching down and loosening the restraints of my seatbelt to fulfill my need to squirm.
This plane is much smaller than the one we fly on for tour, but this close to the cockpit, it’s just as mesmerizing.
Rendered speechless, I watch Jett guide us through the sky. The fluidity in which he steers the controllers makes flying a plane seem so easy.
Like the pro he is, a few minutes into our flight, Jett’s hand finds my thigh, squeezing as if to ensure I’m okay. When his head turns over his shoulder, his caring eyes search mine, and here in the sky, everything between us feels like it should never end.
“You okay?” He asks, soft smile creasing his lips.
“Perfect,” I whisper.
An agonizing forty-five minutes later, a blacked-out sports car is waiting for us in Atlanta. Jett opens my door, and I slip inside, not even trying to hide the smile I normally wouldn’t want him seeing.
When he asked me to be his real girlfriend, I didn’t think anything would change, but since being back in Tennessee, everything has shifted—my vision for my dreams, the path I want to take toward my healing, and the transformation of my feelings toward Jett.
As he sneaks into the driver’s side, his manly cedar smell almost forces a moan from my lips.
“Before I forget.” He reaches behind me, pulling out a brown gift bag with green tissue.
“What is this?” I whisper.
He smiles wide. “I forgot I had these to give you. Couldn’t miss our last two cities.”
Inside the bag, two keychains that are practically identical shine in my hand. One reads I Love Boston, and other has a big read heart and cursive text that reads Indy.
“You’re the type of guy who buys an I (heart) New York shirt and wears it around the city like a tourist, don’t you?”
Jett snickers under his breath. “If I want to show the world how much I love something, I have no problem wearing it across my chest.”
“You did all of this for me?”
I dust a light finger over the small trinkets that at first meant nothing but now mean everything. It’s not thousand-dollar jewelry or designer shoes, but it’s special. The attention to detail, attention to me, attention to us.
“Sofia baby, when are you going to realize that everything I do is for you.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I murmur as I turn to him, my eyes filling with tears.
Day after day, Jett continues to amaze me, show up for me, prove to me that relationships don’t have to be scary, and that no matter how hard the battles we face may be, they don’t have to win.
“Is this the time I’ll finally get a real thank you?”
Turning a little more in my seat, I smirk. “Don’t push your luck, Parker.”
