Curing His Love Allergy

Chapter 31 - France in Texas

I woke up the next morning ready to leave for the airport.

I had exactly two hours to get ready and pack my suitcase. Yeah, yeah, I know I'm lazy for not packing yet, but you know what? I'm okay with it.

I jumped out of bed and ran straight into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, then took a quick shower, making sure not to get my hair wet.

I came out of the bathroom feeling clean when suddenly a thought struck me. Wasn't Dom staying with me? I decided to text her to know her whereabouts.

Messages

Me: Dominique, where are you?

Dom: Slept over at Noah's. Don't worry, I have my spare key. I will be staying at my house until you get back from Texas.

Me: Okay, love you.

I then proceeded to my closet in a haste to find something comfortable to wear. I didn't need to get glammed up to go on a plane. I decided on my white sweater and grey sweatpants, which I would pair with my white Air Force 1s. I looked in the mirror, applied some lip balm to my chapped lips, and let my curly hair do whatever it wanted.

I took a huge suitcase from the depths of my closet, then opened it on my bed. I was staying in Texas for two weeks, mostly bringing comfy clothes because we would be staying on a farm. I decided to bring some sandals, two pairs of heels, and three sneakers. I threw in a myriad of my sweatpants and sweaters, a few cropped tops and jeans, a gown just in case, a swimsuit, and my slides. I packed my makeup, hair supplies, and jewelry. I made sure I brought extra clothes, and by the time I was done, my suitcase could barely close. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't close it. I sighed and thought, Maybe I'll ask France to help a girl out.

I opened my phone and saw that we had thirty minutes to get to the airport. Where is France? After all, the Uber I called would be here any minute.

I ran downstairs searching for a granola bar and a bottle of water. By the time I opened the refrigerator, I heard the doorbell ring. FINALLY!

I quickly grabbed the water, then ran to the door, opening it and letting in my rescuer, who would help me close my suitcase.

"Hey, can you help me zip up my luggage?" I asked him as soon as I opened the door. I gave him a swift once-over to see that we were twinning in matching sweaters, sweatpants, and sneakers. I smiled at that.

"Nice outfit, and yeah, where is it?" he asked, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

I ushered him up the stairs, then told him, "Leave your suitcase at the door. The Uber will be here any minute."

We walked into my room, attacking my open luggage. I sat on top of my suitcase while he pulled at the zipper, closing it. When he looked up, our eyes locked. The intensity in his eyes had me hooked.

"France, I—" I stuttered.

We were both leaning in, not realizing what we were about to do.

A message on my phone shook me out of the trance.

Messages

Uber: I am outside.

"Let's go; the Uber is outside," I told him.

I grabbed my handbag and stuffed my phone, charger, and purse inside it. France lifted my heavy suitcase off the bed and took it with him down the stairs. He had mine in one hand and his in the other.

I opened the front door for him, then watched him carry the bags to the car. I made sure every door and window was locked inside the house, then headed into the car for a vacation from city life.