“I really don’t want to think about that. That’s actually the last thing I want to think about.”
Thinking about being up there, in this rickety car on a set of tracks a couple of hundred feet off the ground, while it pauses to scare the crap out of me more before it drops back down those couple of hundred feet…um…no, thanks.
My heart starts pumping in my chest, and my hand tightens around Liam’s, a pulse starting in my head.
God, please don’t let me have a headache now. Not now.
And I swear, if I die on this roller coaster, if the tumor decides to take me out on here, I’ll be really pissed.
“Boston,” he softly says my nickname, “when we reach the top, we’ll be at one of the highest points in London, aside from the London Eye. From up there, you’ll be able to see all of London at sunset. And, trust me, the sight is so fucking beautiful that you won’t care about how high you are or how afraid you feel. You’ll just care about the view and the way it makes you feel.”
I close my eyes and release a breath. “How did you get to be so brave?”
He chuckles low. I open my eyes.
“I’m not brave, babe. A lot of things scare me.” He’s staring into my eyes, and the look in them is making my heart beat faster. “I just refuse to let those fears control me.”
Our car jerks forward and starts moving. My hand tightens around Liam’s, my mouth drying.
“Just keep looking at me,” he says gently.
So, I do. I stare into his eyes that remind me of autumn, and I don’t look away.
“My grandpa used to be in the Royal Air Force when he was younger,” Liam tells me. “He loved to fly. He had his own airplane. Still does. When I was twelve, he told me that he thought it was time that I learned how to fly a plane.”
“You flew a plane when you were twelve?” I give him a shocked look.
“My grandpa’s not exactly on the conventional side.” The fondness on his face tells me that his grandpa means a great deal to him. “And when I say ‘fly’”—he air quotes—“it was him flying and me being copilot. But twelve-year-old me thought that he meant literally fly the plane. So, I was shitting myself.”
“I can imagine. I’d shit if someone said that to me now, and I’m twenty-two.”
Liam laughs. “I think you’d probably surprise yourself.”
“No, I’m pretty sure I’d surprise the person sitting with me—you know, after I shit myself.”
The laughter that comes from him this time is deeper and louder, and it brings a glow to my chest.
“So, did you fly this plane when you were twelve?” I ask him. I could totally see him doing something crazy like that.
“Well, I’d been flying with my grandpa since I started walking,” he says, not answering my question directly.
I get that there’s a point to what he’s telling me.
“He used to take me up in his plane, and we’d fly for what felt like hours. We’d just be up there, and I loved it. But the thought of being the one in control of the plane…totally different ball game.”
“No kidding,” I say.
“Grandpa told me that we’d go out on the weekend. So, for the whole week leading up to it, I was worried, and the more I thought about it, the worse I felt. It wasn’t about being up in the sky. I loved that. It was the thought that he wanted me to do something…so big. The closer we got to the weekend, the more afraid I got. I even thought about faking an illness, so I wouldn’t have to go. But then I knew he’d just reschedule for another time. And…”
He briefly looks away from me, and I wonder if it’s because he doesn’t want me to see what’s in his eyes. But then he’s back looking at me, and I feel better for it. His eyes on me…just makes me feel better.
“He’d taken me into his home and cared for me, and I guess…I didn’t want to let him down. So, I told myself that I had to man up and do it.”
I keep getting these snippets of Liam but nothing tangible to tie any of them together.
“Saturday morning rolled up, and Grandpa got me up early. He drove us to the airfield, and I felt like vomiting the whole way there.”
“I would have vomited without a doubt.”
He chuckles. “So, we got there. Got out of the car. Walked over to his airplane. The whole time, I’m telling myself I can do this. Then, I got up to the plane, and I just froze. I literally couldn’t move. Total freak-out moment.”
“Understandable. You were twelve, and your grandpa was asking you to fly a plane.”