Josh: August 29, 2014
Hoping no one could see me, I sat in a chair in the hotel lobby, sunglasses on and hood up over my face. I was fidgeting the entire time and I'm pretty sure if an average person walked past me, they would think I was on crack or a fugitive running from the cops. When I saw the black sedan pull up to the curb outside the hotel, I sprang up, pulled off my shades and hood and wheeled my suitcase outside. I could barely contain myself knowing that the only person I wanted to be around for the past month was finally here. And she was all mine for 3 whole days.
She stepped out of the car, smiling politely at Tim, the driver, as he held the door open for her. Even in a simple t-shirt and jeans, she was ravishing. And I wanted to ravish her right then and there.
She seemed extra giddy and dropped her carry-on to the ground and ran to me, throwing her arms around my neck and almost knocking me over. It felt so good to hold her again. "I missed you Hutcherson," she said muffled into my shoulder.
"Right back at you beautiful," I smiled, gripping her tight. Feeling eyes staring at us from inside the hotel, I pulled away from her so I could give Tim a tip and grabbed the handle of her suitcase.
"Are you ready to go?" I nodded towards the parking lot where my rental car was waiting.
"Wait, we're not staying here?" she asked, looking at the hotel.
"Are you kidding? I get 3 days with my girlfriend in south Florida. Do you honestly think I'm going to be spending them at an airport hotel?" I kept walking and she ran to catch up with me.
"Well then where are we going?"
"You think I'm telling you and ruining this surprise? No way."
"But Josh, I don't like surprises," she whined.
"I know. You're a little snoop. You used to make me help you search your parent's house for Christmas presents because you always had to know what you were getting before you opened them. What fun is that?" I unlocked the door and she climbed into the passenger seat while I put our bags in the trunk.
"I just like to know ahead of time, ok?" she started as I sunk into the driver's seat. "Josh you know I'm an impatient pers..."
Before she could go any further, I grabbed her face and crashed my lips onto hers. I had been aching for them since we left my house for the airport when she came to drop me off and when I kissed her, it felt like I was home.
"You're also stubborn as hell," I muttered when our lips broke away.
I left her breathless and stunned. "Why do you have to go and get me all flustered like that, huh?"
"Don't you worry. I'll make it up to you later," I winked, knowing what I had in store for her.
"Hmmm, ok," she smiled, brushing her fingers over her lips.
We drove for an hour and a half and I could tell Rachael was starting to get restless by the time we went through Key Largo. She started fidgeting in her seat and tapping her fingers on the armrest when we came to a traffic light.
"We're almost there babe, I promise." I grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles.
"Good, I'm starving! Oooh, Wendy's! Pull in!" she directed.
"Are you sure you want Wendy's? I can take you to a nice place to eat."
"Joshua. Spicy. Chicken. Nuggets. End of story."
She ordered a Baconater with the works, chocolate frosty, fries and spicy chicken nuggets. My kind of girl, for sure. All of my exes would have ordered a salad or nothing at all because some of them thought they were too good for fast food.
