Seventeen

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Wilson


All those workouts are going to pay off. I'm so glad I can use the machines Dad bought way back when. Rowing and light repetitive weight exercises have given me endurance. I'd fight the devil himself for her. Whoa! Where did that come from. I want to protect her!? Shut it down. I'm going down the rabbit hole of why. I don't need to know the answers. Wait to ask Mom and forget it till then. Besides, it feels right.

"I'm putting those thoughts on hold. Packing them in a box and locking them in a corner of my brain marked open later." Leanne said. "This breakfast is amazing, and I'm really hyped up on the coffee. I'll crash something fierce when it wears off, but by that time I hope I'll have a safe place to grab a nap."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Wilson asked.

"Hmmm.... I think I need the story of the winery where our champagne was made. It has a very unique name."

"On it."

"Okay, let me finish off blog number one. Then the meal is two. After that, my first landing and finding our way to the hotel. Oh, and customs." Leanne was already starting to type.

"Don't forget the northern lights. We've got great videos and still photos for that. I can do the research on why they happen for you," Wilson volunteered.

"You know, we make a good team. Need to make a list of themes for the blogs and what order." Leanne brushed her bangs out of her eyes. "Maybe I should cut these."

"You should. You have the prettiest eyes. I noticed them before anything else about you way back in freshman year." Wilson settled back into his seat. "I'll get the info you need. Give me your email and I'll send it across to you."

"Okay. I've got a good roaming plan. What about you? I don't want to pile up a surprise bill for you." Leanne's fingers kept right on tapping as she spoke.

"Took care of that this morning."

Wilson started with the winery. Putting together the information about the widow who started the tiny vineyard, he tapped out the pertinent points. Turning them into a document, he thanked his lucky stars he had the Microsoft Office™ software installed. Even if it was just the student version, it was a plus.

His pain levels went down, and he realized the ice pack melted when he finished his point form explanation of the northern lights and a short blurb about the southern version.

Elaine came by with their coffee and simply slid the cups onto the corners of their trays as they worked. Wilson sipped gratefully and reached over to touch Leanne's shoulder.

"Take a break. We're probably about thirty minutes from landing give or take," Wilson said. "We've got just enough time for coffee again. I'm almost vibrating from it. Glad you got us water to go with it."

Leanne nodded. "Speaking of which, we should probably pee now."

"Good point." He watched her finish up and said, "Man, you remember to save way more often than I do."

"Learned the hard way. Lost an amazing poem because of not saving when my laptop shut down because I forgot to plug it in. The batteries are pretty wonky." She powered down and slipped it into her tote. "I'll be right back."

He watched her walk down to the restroom.

Am I imagining things? She's walking taller. Maybe she's feeling a bit better?

Wilson sent the last bit of research across to her.

Wow! Look at her. She's got the model on a runway stride. Nothing plain about her.

"Your turn. Thanks for the notes. You have the pictures of the champagne bottle, and dinner, right?"

"I'll get them to you after we land. Right now, I'm going to get rid of all the coffee." He stood and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" He kissed her without even thinking about it. Her response was warm and instantaneous.

Leanne's arms went up and her hands buried themselves in his hair. Her throat vibrated with a quiet moan, and he wondered how he was going to pee, as his body went into full arousal. Shifting to deal with the discomfort, he eased away from her lips. Her eyes opened, glowing green.

"You make me feel like a princess. Go before I get out of control," Leanne begged. "I want to explore every inch of you, and this isn't the time or place."

"I'm right there with you." Wilson blushed. "I'm not used to these." He covered his bulging jeans with his hand.

Leanne's expression hovered between concern and pleasure, as he waited for things to subside. She eased into her seat, putting her footrest back out of the way. "I still don't see myself like you do. But I'm starting to believe I'm going to beat Jo-Jo at her own game."

"I know you will. I think I can move now. Be right back."

If erections like this are going to be a regular thing, I don't know what I'm going to do to disguise them. Maybe leave my t-shirt untucked?

As he finished in the bathroom, the captain's announcement started. He washed his face quickly.

"Did you hear him?" Leanne asked as he sat down.

"Yeah. You heard the local time?"

"Almost eight thirty. We're going to be ninety-three minutes late. He said we're descending, and the seat belt lights are on. Elaine was wondering where you were."

Leanne had her restraint buckled and snug. Her fingers clenched the armrests and she was chewing her lip.

Wilson settled in for the landing and covered her hand with his own. "This is no worse than the take off except we get pushed forward once we're on the runway. Then there's the taxi to the terminal. Since we're in first class we get off before the rest of them."

"Physics again," Leanne's taut expression was a little more relaxed than when they took off. She turned her hand up an squeezed his knuckles. "I promise I won't break them this time."

When he felt the light jerk of the tires hitting tarmac, Leanne released his hand. She grabbed her jacket from the seat back in front of her and put it on. Taking his cue from Leanne, he stuffed his arms into his pilot jacket and took his phone off airplane mode.

Leanne pulled hers out of her bra and did the same. "If they want to look at my phone, do I let them?"

"Sure. It's easier than arguing, and if you comply without protesting most of the time they don't even look. Tell them we are with our senior trip tour group, if they ask why we are in France."

Leanne nodded and her hair fell into place hiding most of her strong jawline and obscuring her eyes. "My hair's grown since I got my passport picture." She flipped it open for him to see.

"You shouldn't hide your eyes. They're beautiful," Wilson said. "And we're almost to the gate. Wait until we stop before you get up."

"I can't believe we're here."

"Neither---" Wilson stopped as the Captain's announcement started.

"Welcome to Paris. We have arrived. Temperature is thirteen degrees Celsius and it is sunny. Time is 09:04 AM. Thank you for flying with Air France."

Wilson felt the slight shudder as the engines shut down.

I'm going to call Mom as soon as I can. I'm not going anywhere until I know exactly who Leanne is stuck with.

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