Fleetwood Mac where on their way to New York later that day. Stevie was the first one on the plane, hoping a little that Christine would follow and take the seat next to her, she couldn't face Lindsey. What they shared in the morning only made her love him more, it was special, it was above everything else they had ever done. Not only were their bodies connected, but their souls too. She knew they had to stop, but could she willingly push him away? He was like the air she breathed, he completed her.
Sadly, Lindsey sat down in the seat beside her. They both silently stayed waiting until everyone boarded the plane. Stevie didn't have the energy to pretend she was interested in a magazine she had brought with her, she simply curled up in her seat, a blanket covering her. He adjusted it so they were both under it and took her hand in his. A part of him was sure she was going to pull away, but she only held onto him tighter.
Some time later, Stevie caught herself falling asleep on Lindsey's shoulder, so she sat up straight again. She also saw Karen coming their way and she unclasped their joined hands.
"I totally forgot." Her assistand rummaged through her bag and handed Stevie a square shaped box. "This was left for you at the reception." Stevie swallowed the lump in her throat and took yet another package from Karen. "Are you feeling alright? You're as pale as a sheet of paper."
"Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine." She faked a smile. After another moment of Karen's intense stare, she went back to her seat.
Stevie sat, looking at what she had in her hands. "Aren't you going to open it?"
"I'm scared to."
"Give me it." Lindsey turned more towards her, shielding the view of the package from others. He tore the box open and there was a CD in it. It was a plain disc, with 'Everybody Finds Out by Fleetwood Mac' written on it with a black marker. He showed it to Stevie, who simply looked away. Lindsey wanted to stick it into his bag, but he noticed something else inside the packaging. Another picture, taken from outside the hotel, through a window, Stevie's hand covering his.
"I think I'm going to be sick." She got up quickly and went to the bathroom.
Christine leaned over the aisle. "Is Stevie okay?"
"Yeah, she just needed to use the bathroom." Lindsey tried to make it sound believable, but Christine was sure she saw her friend wiping under her eyes.
After splashing some cold water on her face, Stevie retook her seat next to Lindsey. "This is worrying me, Lindsey..." She said quietly. "They're not playing with us, they're absolutely serious."
"I know." He was starting to realize the seriousness of the situation. "We've received something three days in a row."
"Everybody finds out? We couldn't have been given a clearer message."
"Well, what do you suggest we do?"
"What we talked about earlier..."
"Stevie, no!" Heads of those who weren't asleep turned their way and he stayed silent, to compose himself, in order to speak more calmly. "I'm not giving up on you. On us."
"But Kristen is going to find out. Everyone will. And once again I will be called the homewrecker. I'm too old for this, Linds..."
"We can't just cut all of our ties. We're in a band together. It doesn't matter if we want it or not, we will be seen together."
"Then we have to start thinking about our actions. No hand holding, no walking out together on stage, no whispering, no nothing."
"That's impossible."
"But if we keep doing it, you'll lose your family, which is not something you want..."
"I told you I needed time." She didn't reply. "Stevie, I am not going to be without you."
"Let's try. We must at least try. Let's not give them any reason to spy on us for a few days."
"Do you realize what you're asking me?"
She sighed, looking at him. "You might as well pick up the phone and call Kristen then."
"What will those couple of days give us?"
"Hopefully it won't give anything to them. Maybe they'll just lose interest and leave us alone."
"Do you believe that yourself?"
"I have to. They know everything we do, everywhere we go... They know we'll do something worthy of taking those fucking pictures. So, let's not. It's not incredibly hard for you only, Lindsey. What happened between us this morning..." A few tears rolled down her cheeks. "I can't explain it, there is no way to explain it. You and I, we're one. Staying away from you is like cutting myself in half and hoping I might survive."
"You're only making this tougher..."
"Please know that I love you, I always will, but... Things must change or we'll both pay a huge price if we keep acting the way we are now."
They were sitting at the front, he sank deeper into his seat and brought her with him, unable to stop himself from kissing her lips. "This physically hurts me."
"I know, I feel it too..." She choked up on her words, pressing her lips to his for a brief moment for the last time.
She took the blanket away from him, covering herself up to her neck with it, she turned to look out the window. What she was really doing, was crying her heart out and he knew.
