“This one is much better,” I said, looking out of the window in the departures lounge at our massive plane. We were lining up, ready to board. It looked sturdy, unlike the pretend one we flew to Scotland in.
Damon rolled his eyes.
“But this one has a lot further to go,” Chloe said. “More time for things to go wrong.”
I shrugged. Flying didn’t bother me, I felt safe and confidant flying. But when I was in something that looked like it belonged to a toddler I started to get erratic.
It was a year, just over, since Chloe and Logan got married and we were all on our way to Vegas. I was so excited I could pee. We’d not had a holiday since Scotland and it didn’t count to me unless I actually left the UK. So technically this was mine and Damon’s first holiday together.
Since we made us official and decided to give it ago I’d felt an inner peace that I didn’t even know existed. I just felt like I was home and I belonged somewhere. It wasn’t easy, I had a lot of hang-ups, but together we made sure that we both felt safe in our relationship.
Letting myself love freely and openly was the best thing I’d ever done. I was surrounded by people I loved and trusted. If I had a problem I knew I could go to Damon, Chloe and even Logan and I’d be listened to and never judged. Opening up was – is – hard but I’m learning and each time I ask for help or advice it gets that little bit easier.
And my sex life was still just as explosive. Being in a relationship had not slowed us down. It just made everything more intense.
We made our way to the front of the queue and handed our boarding passes over, before being let thorough.
Damon’s hand slipped into mine and I was suddenly ten times more excited. “I can’t wait,” I said, smiling up at him. He’d booked business class tickets too so we had extra room and free booze on tap.
“Neither can I. What do you want to do first?”
I wiggled my eyebrows and then frowned. “Actually… I’ll probably want to sleep first.”
“You may want to sleep first…” he muttered as we approached the door.
A very smiley air steward welcomed us and pointed us in the direction of our seats.
“This is posh,” I said, looking at the large, pod-type seats. We could properly lay flat and I intended to. We had a long eleven-hour flight and I’d barely slept last night because I was so excited.
“Worth every penny. Or it will be when they come around with beer,” he replied.
I rolled my eyes and pointed to our seats. “I call window!”
Shaking his head and smiling in amusement, he replied, “Of course you do.”
Thankfully our flight was direct, I had no desire to get off this plane and onto another on. I wanted to lie down – after sampling a lot of free wine – and sleep until we hit Vegas.
Chloe and Logan were in the two seats the other side of the isle. Chlo looked as excited as I was. She sat in the chair closet to me so we could gossip, I’d have to lean over Damon but I wasn’t giving up my window seat until we’d taken off. I loved to watch cars and people on the ground turn tiny.
“It’s not even night and I’m tired,” I said, buckling my seatbelt the second my arse hit the chair.
“The journey ahead exhausting you?” Logan asked in a condescending but playful voice.
“No, Damon nailing me to the bed until three in the morning exhausted me.”
Chloe and Logan laughed, Chlo hiding her face too. Damon… Well, Damon smiled proudly and put his hand on my thigh. He had this thing where he assumed just because we were both on the same plane that we’d be joining the Mile High Club.
Tempting and even the thought of it made me hot under the collar but the toilets on planes were gross and the whole thing was just a bit overdone now. We’d already started out as fuck buddies, no need to add to the cliché.
After being shown emergency procedures and had the exits pointed out – which I knew already because I’d pre-booked the seats near them, we sat back and waited for the pilot to get this show on the road.
Once the seatbelt lights went off the alcohol began. A beautiful angel brought drinks whenever we asked. Damon ordered a beer and wine for me and we relaxed into our long journey.
“Wow,” was the first thing to leave my lips when Damon pushed the door to our gigantic room – a fucking penthouse suite – open. “When did you do this?” He had previous deception, with secret upgrades, but this one was so completely unexpected I wasn’t sure we were in the right room.
“Soon after you booked the other room. I asked them not to send you a confirmation and spoil the surprise.”
Turning around, I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I love you, Damon.”
He held me close and pressed his forehead against mine. “I love you too, baby. Just so you know, this isn’t the only surprise on this holiday.”
“Oh? What else do you have planned?”
“Something tomorrow afternoon. Something big.”