Turbulence - (18+)

13.

GATE B10 JUSTIN

In flight-> London (HTW)

I'd heard a lot of bullshit in my life, but "I have to be your only one" might've secured itself in the number one spot.

I stared straight ahead from the cockpit, wondering why the hell this woman I barely knew was having any type of effect on me. Twice, after walking away from her, I'd ventured into the cabin for a restroom break and caught her smiling and entertaining a male passenger. Each one was a Wall Street type.

The asshole in 3A told her a joke about "the mile-high club." She'd laughed at him, and even though I could tell it wasn't genuine, I knew she wasn't lying when she told him she'd never had sex on a plane. The color on her cheeks gave her away.

The asshole in 4C kissed her hand after she brought him a glass of wine. Then he caressed it as he flirted with her for a least three minutes. (I fucking counted.)

I was seconds away from walking over to him and saying something, but I came to my senses at the last minute and returned to the cockpit-vowing to stay put for the rest of the flight.

Her demands for monogamous fucking were unfair and completely unrealistic, but as we coasted through another patch of clouds, I briefly contemplated if an arrangement like that could work. Temporarily, at least.

Yes, I'd been unable to seal the deal with most of the women in my contact list for weeks, but I didn't expect that to last forever. Before running into Shay on the SkyLink, my London contact was texting me about "desperately" needing sex again, but she was insisting that I take her out on a real date beforehand.

I had yet to respond because I knew if we had one date, she would want two. Then there would be random "I'm thinking about you. What are you up to?" text messages late at night, and ultimately a conversation about wanting more. It always ended with someone-always the woman, wanting more and that's why casual sex didn't need to be consistent with just one person. It didn't need to resemble anything like a relationship.

I didn't need to think about Shay's "only one" demand any further.

She's out of her goddamn mind...