West 76th Street - H.S

Chapter 18.

A/N: REMINDER THIS IS A DOUBLE UPDATE!!! READ CHAPTER 17 FIRST OR YOU WILL BE CONFUSED!!!!

Also someone turned the heat on, that's all.

CADENCE:

    We board the private jet, and the same pilot from before greets us. He says the same thing he had before, and then shuts himself away behind the soundproof door. The plane door closes, and I feel like we've been shut away from our little bit of paradise. Of course things have changed between us, but I have no idea how this will carry into our normal lives in the city. If it will even carry over.. Maybe it was just a false reality.. Maybe it will all go away, maybe it will stay there's no way to know.

    All I know is I don't want to leave yet. I don't want to go back to reality yet. I don't want to work, or have to deal with the craziness of Harry's life, and his exes. I don't want to deal with unexpected calls from his mother, or my ex mother-in-law. I don't want to deal with protection from others, or unexpected visits from crazy exes. I don't want to deal with crazy customers, or unapologetic people who like to cause problems within my bookstore. That's how good this week was. It makes me want to run away for the rest of my life with him. To make this my reality.. And maybe one day I could.. Maybe. I look away from the window now that the jet is level in the sky, and notice he's staring at me.

    "What?"  I ask.

    "Nothing.. I just enjoy watching you think." He tells me.

    "Why is that?" I ask, a smirk coming to my lips.

    "Because you scrunch your nose up, and you smirk, or you frown.. You're so captivated by your own thoughts that you forget there's a world around you." He tells me.

    "Sometimes I do. You're right, but I'll never forget you're there." I tell him.

    "Is that so?" He asks, and I nod.

    "It is." I tell him.

    "I wish we didn't have to go." He tells me, repeating what I was just saying in my own mind.

    "It's like you read my mind.." I tell him.

    "I bet we'll find places we both love more.. Every few months we'll leave and go somewhere new." He tells me, and I feel warmth spread.

    "I like the sound of that.." I tell him, and he tilts his chin up, a smile spreading across his face as he looks towards the small window. He loves receiving approval from me. He loves the praise I give him just as much as I love it, and he doesn't have to admit it. I can see it on him so easily.  I've never been incredibly good at reading people, but he's so easy to read it's almost like a children's book to me. Maybe that's why we work so well together.

    His legs are spread, he's wearing a suit again. Pressed slacks, and a white button up, my favorite duo on him. He's got his fingers touching his chin that's covered in scruff. He looks incredibly good with the light golden tan he's gotten since we've been on the beach. Normally men that look like him have a certain way they act. A certain mentality, and god complex. He does have that. The touch of narcissism, and a large pedestal he places himself on.. The difference between him and other men is the fact that when I step in the room he takes a step down, and pushes me on the pedestal. He keeps his narcissism at bay, and the tendencies he normally holds close to him go out the window. I am his weakness, and I think it might give me a bit of a complex knowing that.

    "I never got what I wanted.." I tell him.

    "I give you everything you want, what are you talking about?" He asks me, his brows pulling together.