Chapter 34 - Flying with him

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“Right side, above my ear. Runs the full side and just a little around the back.” I take ahold of his fingers, pressing them to the spot.

He doesn’t move his hand.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. Pressing his forehead to mine, he stares into my eyes. “I shouldn’t have felt for it. I just haven’t felt it before when I’ve had my hands in your hair, and I guess I was just…”

“Curious. It’s fine, Reed.” I smile.

And it is fine. I’m just relieved it’s the scar he’s searching for and not the tumor.

Thank God he can’t feel what’s growing beneath the skin and skull because that’s what I want to hide from him. Not my old scar.

His fingertips trace the line of the scar. It’s not a thick scar. Surprisingly thin. But it’s long.

His finger follows it around to the back of my head. Cupping the back of my head with his hand, his other hand against my cheek, he tilts my head back, so I’m staring into his eyes.

“You’re the bravest person I’ve ever known, Sam,” he whispers. “I feel in awe…and so fucking lucky to know you.”

I’m not brave, Jason. I’m weak and a coward. You’re the brave one. You’re amazing and kind and generous. You are all the things I wish I could have been.

I want to say all those things to him. But I can’t.

So, I close my eyes and bring my mouth to his, kissing him, trying to tell him with this kiss what I can’t say in words.

The kiss has just started to deepen when my stomach rumbles again, spoiling the moment.

Jason chuckles into my mouth. “Guess that’s our cue to get up and get some food.”

I release a sigh. “I guess so.”

Jason kisses me once last time and then gets out of bed.

I climb out of bed. “Should I get dressed for breakfast?” I ask him, staring down at my pajamas.

“No, you’re fine. We’ll eat, and then we’ll come back up, dress, and go out.”

“So, we are going out.” I brighten up.

He moves around the bed toward me. “I had planned for us to do something today.” He wraps his arms around my waist and bites his lip. A look of uncertainty spreads across his face.

“Why the look?” I ask.

“Well…I’m just not sure if you’ll like what I have planned.”

“So, tell me what it is, and then I’ll decide if I like it or not.”


“Nope. No way. I’m not going on that thing. You know I don’t like flying, Hunter. No fucking way am I getting on that plane.”

I’m standing in front of a small plane, similar to the one in the picture of Jason and Kate—the fiancée. Yep, not going there again.

Except this one doesn’t have his company logo on the side, and it’s white with a black underbelly and a black-and-bronze tail. And I can see a sign that says we’re at London Oxford Airport. Good to know where I am at least.

Back at the house, Jason wouldn’t tell me what he had planned. And then he insisted on blindfolding me.

Blindfolded. I know, right? Sounds awesome. Would have been awesome and totally kinky if there had been sex involved. But an airplane? Not remotely sexy at all.

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