Sometimes, things sneak up on you. It's not something you plan, or something you set out to accomplish. It just happens, without warning or fanfare, before you even realize.
You're swept away.
That's what happened with Him. He caught me off-guard, swept me away, and left me standing there gasping and trying to wrap my head around what had just occurred.
This was why I found myself sitting in my plane , my stomach in knots as I made the next step in our relationship – finally meeting Him face-to-face.
The entire plane trip, I sat there in my seat, fidgeting with the end of my long blue-plaid scarf and tapping my fingernails against the armrest. My mind simply would not stop running in circles, calculating and discarding countless possibilities of what could happen in a matter of hours.
What if you disappoint Him? What if you're not what he expected? What if...what if...what if...?" The list was endless.
Finally, the captain's voice echoed vaguely through my subconscious mind, alerting me that our destination was a matter of moments away and that i should begin preparing for the decent from the sky to the ground.
My heart started skittering around in my chest like a nervous chipmunk, excited but terrified at the same time. I attempted to gather my things together, but found that my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't even get a solid grip on my phone I took a deep breath, attempting to calm my quivering nerves.
Over the next fifteen minutes, the plane sank lower and lower through the clouds and my heart began to calm slightly. By the time we touched down on the tarmac, my hands were still enough to pack my things back into my bag and prepare to exit the plane.
Once I reached the tunnel, I leaned against the wall and attempted to take stock of my appearance. Reaching up, I attempted to run my fingers through my hair, hoping to tame down the flyaway bits of my dark mane of hair. I reached into my pocket and managed to smear some gloss over my lips, which I knew would absorb into my lips almost immediately due to my extreme nervousness. Assessing my outfit of a black and silver t-shirt, long black sweatpants, and black high-heeled shoes, I sighed with the realization that this was as good as things were going to get.
Swinging my messenger bag lightly over my shoulder, I took a deep breath and stepped from the tunnel into the airport vip lounge. Due to both are high status we knew we would be protected if were to meet in here. Suddenly, he stepped out from behind a column.
My heart stopped. The world froze.
I heard my voice say His name. It sounded like a frightened whisper to my own ears, but it must have been louder than I thought because His beautiful brown eyes immediately moved in my direction. He saw me. His eyes widened. I couldn't move. I didn't have to; he moved for us both. In what seemed like a matter of seconds, he had leapt across the floor until he was hardly a foot away from me. I tried to look away, but His eyes were locked into mine. My lips parted and I could hear my heart thudding like a bass drum in my ears.
He slowly reached out His fingers, touching my cheek softly, as if he could not believe that I was really standing in front of Him.
"Taylor".
The one word was a breath, a sigh, a whisper. It broke the spell. I dropped my bags on the floor and threw my arms around His neck, burying my face into the shoulder of His t-shirt. I felt both of us tremble together, like a rehearsed improvisation. His arms were tight around my back, pulling me as close as he could to Himself. Slowly, he drew me away from Him, and looked into my eyes again. His hand slid under my chin as he brought His head down to my level. My mind froze.
He'sgoingtokissme.....
His lips brushed over mine, so lightly that I thought I imagined it at first. My entire body tingled as I felt a rush of warmth flood over me from my lips to my toes and back. Then, His lips fell onto mine, firmly pressing against my own slightly trembling ones. His hand moved to the back of my neck, drawing me in as His tongue slid against my lips, parting them and making its way into my mouth. I felt His tongue massage against mine, and my own tongue instinctively moved against His, matching His movements. My arms moved to encircle His neck, standing on my tiptoes to reach Him better.
I whispered His name against His tongue.
"Travis".
He drew me closer, moaning softly against my lips as He inhaled the kiss. I wanted this moment to freeze, for the world to keep on moving around us but leaving us to do as we liked if only for the barest of seconds.
Softly, He drew away from me, touching my face again.
"Come away with Me?"
I blushed lightly, and he laughed softly.
"You know I love that shyness of Yours, babygirl. God, I can't..." He stopped with a sigh and a soft whimper. "Let's get out of here." He leaned down and whispered softly into my ear. "The things I want to do to you...I can't do them here.
I know you said you got a hotel for you and your security, but I want you to stay with me love, ok?"
