After his fourth trip to the bathroom, I look up from my magazine. I ask him if he is okay, and he nods very quickly looking around the terminal. Ben is very anxious and nervous, it is fun for me to watch this vulnerable side, a side he hardly shows anyone.
Grabbing my US Weekly, I hand it to him, hoping it will help him forget his nerves for a couple minutes. He grabs it with a shaking hand and tries to look like he is reading it. Everyone around us must feel his nervous energy.
"What is making you so nervous?" I ask him quietly.
He looks at me with wide eyes. "The plane could blow up. We could crash. Just to name a couple things." He states.
"It won't. But if it did...I would distract you mid-air, and you will die thinking about something other than us hitting the ground below." I smile at him.
"Always sex with you. I'm not just a piece of meat." He jokes.
Our flight is announced and seating for first class passengers are being accepted. I look at him with a smirk and tell him to grab his things.
"First class? How?" He looks at me with wide eyes and a shocked expression.
Nodding, I grab his hand. "I guess there is more that I should probably tell you on the flight."
On the plane, I let him have the window seat. I push my backpack and purse under the seat in front of me. Our flight attendant takes our drink orders, I order a whiskey for him and a vodka for me. When she moves on, I look across the seat and tell him to enjoy all the free drinks in first class.
"Who are you?" His blue eyes narrow at me.
"Ally. Ben, I don't brag about this part of my life. Money doesn't define who I am, it just helps me afford the things I need. Have you never wondered why I didn't have a job? In my defense, I did tell you that I had a large amount of money at 16-years-old – so really I haven't lied about anything." I half smile at him.
"How much?"
"I have enough money that I really don't need to work...ever. Enough money to take you on a million plane rides to see everything you ever dreamed of. My house in Vancouver is huge and packed with very expensive things. I have a very different life up there."
"And you're telling me this now?" He looks at me.
"I wanted you to like me for me," I tease.
"Ally, I don't belong in that kind of world, I don't know how. Growing up, we lived off food stamps. I wore Allen's clothing most of my life because we couldn't afford anything more."
I touch his arm, "please stop freaking out. I didn't know how to live this life either."
"As a man, it's my job to provide for you and spoil you with the things you can't buy. I'm starting to think you'll never need me to provide for you."
Pulling his hand to my lips, I kiss the back of it. "Ben, I don't care about money or gifts. I don't want you to provide for me or feel like you need to, I just need you to love me and protect me." I tell him honest. "That's all I need from you."
He moves his free hand to his hair and pushes it from his face, his nervous habit. His face is covered with fear or nerves, they are both starting to look the same.
The plus side of my confession is that he isn't thinking about blowing up mid-air anymore.
"You shouldn't be with me. I shouldn't be coming home with you." He mumbles.
Ben is annoying me now. I think about punching him in the throat for being so stupid.
"How can you say that?" I ask hurt.
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Heartlines
Romance*** Complete Story *** Allyson Sicard was in her final year at Harvard and while her roommates were trying to get their Ivy League boyfriends to propose, Ally was trying to figure out which law school she wanted to graduate from. Columbia had always...
