Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“You just followed a girl to New York, and you don’t even know her name,” I point out. “So forgive me for not taking dating advice from you.” I know I should just hang up the phone, but instead, my mouth just word vomits, “Besides, I have a plan.” I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling a pounding headache coming on.
“You have a plan?” he repeats. “What type of plan?”
“A plan that I hope works,” I say. “I’ll call you in two days and let you know if it did or not.”
“Sounds good,” he says. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” And we hang up.
I’m putting my phone down when a text comes through.
The envelope has been delivered.
My stomach suddenly sinks when I think about what I just did. Getting up, I finish packing and wind up at the airport three hours early.
I check in quickly and go straight to the gate instead of the lounge. I sit in a chair facing the entrance so I can see everything. The airport buzzes with holiday travelers and kids crying all over the place, but I keep my eyes up. I watch people rush by to catch their plane. I watch people lost and then turning around in circles. The hustle and bustle of of people trying not to run into each other.
My finger taps my leg as I watch the seats get taken with people waiting to board the flight.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we will start the pre-boarding of flight four ninety-five to St. Johns Virgin Island.” I watch the people walk by, looking all over the place.
Getting up, I grab my bag and walk over to get on the plane. I get situated in my first class seat, then look out the window.
I ignore all the people boarding. Instead, I check my phone for emails or text messages but find nothing new. No one has emailed me or sent me anything. My foot starts to bounce from my nerves as I look over at the empty seat next to me.
The flight attendant comes over and asks me if I want anything to drink. I nod, continuing to look outside as they make their announcements about final boarding.
My heart beats so fast, and my stomach is burning with nerves when I lean my head back on the seat and close my eyes. All I can see are her eyes and her smile. I can see the way she laughs, and I can smell her like she’s right next to me.
When I open my eyes and look to the side, everything inside me shifts. “Hi,” she says with a huge smile on her face. “I got your letter.”
Chloe
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.
I just look at him, and all my nerves are suddenly gone. “Hi,” I whisper, “I got your letter.”
The smile on his face is one I will never forget. I also don’t have time to think about it before the attendant comes over and asks me to fasten my seat belt so we can take off.
I put the bag under the seat in front of me and turn to look at him. The smile on his face hasn’t changed. “You’re here,” he finally says. “I didn’t know if you would show up.” He takes my hand in his, and my whole arm tingles with his touch. “I was hoping, but as time went by, I wasn’t sure.”
“I got stuck behind an accident, and then the security line was overloaded,” I ramble on nervously.
“I can’t believe you’re actually here.” He laughs, putting his head back on the seat. “I have your letter,” he says, and I close my eyes.
“I assumed you did,” I say, putting my own head on the headrest and looking at him. “Did you mean what was in your letter?”
“Every single word,” he says without skipping a beat.
I turn my head as tears sting my eyes. “I broke into your office,” I tell him, and he laughs. I look down and see our hands linked together.
“I figured that out when I found the letter in my truck,” he says softly, and the plane takes off. “I started to write you back.”
“What?” I ask, shocked, and I can’t ask anything else because the captain comes on.
“I know there is a lot to say, but I really don’t want to have this conversation here.”
I nod. “I agree.”
He holds my hand the whole flight, only letting it go when I have to go to the bathroom. It’s the longest flight of my life, and when we step out and walk down the stairs, I wait for him. He’s wearing black jeans and a white T-shirt, and his arms are perfect. He holds his bag in one hand and grabs my hand with the other.
We’re able to grab our luggage right away, and the hotel’s chauffeur is there waiting for us. “I upgraded the room,” he says when we get into the car.