Ash’s flight to England was departing at 2:04 on the 7th. I helped him pack on Wednesday and volunteered to take him to the airport. He tried to tell me no but I wasn’t having it. Certainly not with him flying half a world away. Hell nah.
Not only did I drive him to the airport, but I walked with him to security. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him softly. His arms went around my waist and he kissed me once. And again. And a third time. Resting his forehead on mine, he said
“I wish you were coming with me. I don’t want to leave.”
Chuckling, I kissed his nose.
“It’s only for the weekend. You’ll be fine. And busy. Or so jetlagged that you forget to miss me. Either way.”
That made him laugh.
“I’d never forget to miss you. No matter how jet lagged I am.”
I checked a clock on the wall. Time for him to go.
“I’ll see you Tuesday.” I told him, hugging him tighter.
He squeezed me back for a few seconds, then cupped my face. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, one on my nose, and then a deep, passionate kiss on my lips. But, the moment was over all too soon. I stood there and watched him make his way past all the metal detectors, where he turned and waved and blew me a kiss. I blew one back.
And then he was gone.
I drove home in the rain, with Vale playing via Bluetooth. My task now was to pack for my own trip to Idaho. Well… I actually had a while to take care of that because my flight wasn’t leaving until almost 7 the next night. However, because I didn’t have anything else to do, I was resigned to packing. A couple pairs of pants, my sleeping shorts. One of Ash’s jerseys, one of his tank tops and a couple of my own shirts. A dress to wear to the wedding.
I was torn between the one I’d worn on our first date, a sleeveless shift in a palm leaf print, a maxi skort romper thing from Forever 21, and a red high neck swing dress from Target. Due to the wedding having a Hawaiian theme, I went with the sleeveless shift. Simple sandals and a pair of sneakers would suffice as footwear. The same accessories I wore everyday would be fine too. Once Ash’s Hustler hoodie was packed, I was set.
The minute I had zipped the bag shut, my phone went off.
“How are you calling me right now?” I asked Ash, taking the rejected dresses back to my closet.
“Just landed in Chicago for a nearly three-hour layover. Figured I’d take some time and call my favorite girl.”
Smiling, I pulled a backpack out to pack as well.
“Deviant, you sure know how to make a girl feel special.” I told him, making sure my camera battery was charging, with the rest of the equipment in the case.
He laughed and asked if I missed him yet. I scoffed, and he pretended to be outraged.
“I missed you as soon as you went through security.”
“I miss you too babe. But it’s only a few days. We’ve gone longer than that and been just fine.” He pointed out. Which was true.
“Yeah, but it’s different this time…” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“How?”
“You’re not just my best friend now…” I whispered.
