No matter how much you educate yourself on the possible side-effects of a trans-pacific, you will never be prepared for them.
Jetlag is a guarantee.
Restlessness is around every corner.
Worst of all, the Mile-High club is a myth. Okay, maybe it's possible with domestic flights, but when time zones are crossed over, and you're basically in the same place for over twelve hours, you're too tired to fly high in the skies, if you know what I mean.
The only saving grace was that we were in first class. Another perk of being Ms. Bradley's chosen one, and a perk I happily embraced. Sitting in my own little cosy seat, complete with TV screen, ample space to stretch out at get comfy, meals created by (who else?) a first-class chef, and free drinks. I would never consider myself a lush when it came to liquor, but if someone offers you all the booze you can handle, it's pretty hard to say "no".
Still, I am not lush. A little buzzed, but I won't be screaming "I love you, man" before throwing up any time soon.
If I had to pick a downside, it would be that I couldn't share the space with Kaim. Instead, he was right beside, in his own little cosy place, enjoying first class seating as much as I did, minus the booze. Away from the prying eyes of our feline co-workers, we didn't hold back our affections for one another. Our fingers interlaced, we looked forward to what this trip would bring, looking forward to our time alone and away from the stressors at home.
Well, maybe not all the stressors.
My mother's phone call nagged at me more than I would have liked. While I was still pissed about her actions and how she was quick to believe Karyn, I couldn't help but feel like a heartless bitch for ignoring her call. What if it had been an emergency? What if something bad happened to either her or Gordon and they were in the hospital somewhere? What is Karyn was hit by a car?
Would I feel bad if that actually happened?
No - I shouldn't answer that question. As much as she's hurt me, I wouldn't wish her dead. That's just going to far. For all her bitchiness, Karyn isn't worth losing my humanity over.
Still, I will never regret punching her square in the face.
It must not have been that important. She didn't try calling my cellphone or anything before I turned it off at the airport, so it couldn't have been that important. Still, maybe she was calling to say she was sorry. Maybe she wanted to make amends. Maybe she wanted to fall down to my feet, begging for my forgiveness wild shining my shoes with her salty tears
Yeah, that might be going too far, but can't a girl dream?
"Penny for your thoughts?" A quiet sigh passed through my lips and Kaim's fingers stroked my cheek. "You look like you have a lot on your mind."
"Am I that obvious?" I rubbed my cheek against his fingers. "Don't worry about it, it's nothing."
"It's nothing, or is it something about your mom's phone that you're trying to make out to be nothing?" I have too many perceptive people in my life. It's annoying. "I did catch her name on the caller ID, by the way."
"I knew you must have, but I was hoping that you'd forgotten about it by now." I sank into my seat. "Never mind that I can't."
"Don't be too hard on yourself, Zara. She is your mother after all." I stared at him in disbelief as ruffled my hair. "No matter how much they drive you up and wall, no matter how many times they turn your life upside down, no matter how many times they hurt you, there will always be some part of you that will love them no matter what. You'll always wish that things were different."
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