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Authors: Eva Simone
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Berlin instead of New York? ;o)
Sofia: I wish. If I could I would, but I have to be in New York. I promised my mom I would be there for my dad’s birthday party.
Me: I know. I just can’t believe I’m going to miss seeing you.
Sofia: I’ll send you pictures.
Me: Naked pictures?
Sofia: Naughty boy.
Me: I’ve got to go, my cab is here to take me to the airport. Text me when you land. I need to know you’re safe.
Sofia: Will do.
Then I remember her saying that she had a surprise for me. I fire out a text as I throw my bag into the trunk of the cab.
Me: What’s my surprise?
Sofia: Wait and see. X
Me: Tease.
I can’t stop thinking about her - in the cab, through security, at the gate and as I take my seat on the plane. I should have been coming to pick her up at the airport tonight, bringing her home with me, and finally getting to taste the sweetness of her lips again; not getting on a plane and heading thousands of miles away from where she’ll be. Since I lost my virginity at 16 years old, I’ve never gone this long without sex, and I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Sofia. Life can be a cruel son of a bitch sometimes!
As the plane takes off, I sit back and replay every moment of our encounter in Verona; recalling every line and curve of her body and the way she fell apart at my touch. I can almost smell her seductive scent as I lose myself in the memory.
The flight didn’t seem long today. In fact, it felt like I was being dragged away from Sofia at lightning speed. Every moment taking me further and further away from where she is.
As soon as we land, I pull out my phone to see if she’s messaged to say she landed safely in New York. By my calculations, we must have passed each other in the air around three hours into my flight. Sure enough, my phone beeps with a text, but it’s not to say she landed. All it says is ‘Text me when you land.’ I type out a quick message and wait for her reply, busying myself with grabbing my bag from the overhead locker and making my way off of the plane to navigate Heathrow Airport for a few hours.
My phone chimes with a Snapchat picture. It’s of Sofia. It looks like she’s at the airport. I thought she was supposed to have landed hours ago. I quickly reply.
Me: Was your flight delayed? Why are you still at the airport?
Sofia: You didn’t look closely at the background did you?
Me: I was too busy looking at the gorgeous girl in the picture.
My phone chimes with another picture. I take a moment to really look at the backdrop. It can’t be…surely not. My phone beeps again.
Sofia: Look up
I scan the crowd in front of me, my pulse racing, and then I see her. She’s here. In London. My phone goes off again and I look down, reluctant to pull my gaze from her in case she disappears.
Sofia: Surprise
I shove my phone into my pocket and stride towards her, oblivious to anything or anyone around me. I can’t believe she’s here, a hundred yards in front of me. I close the distance between us, never taking my eyes off of her, watching her sexy grin as she begins to move, almost running towards me.
I drop my bags as our bodies collide and she throws herself into my arms. I spin her around with a blatant disregard for the crowd surrounding us, trying to make their way through the airport, to wherever they’re going.
“What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in New York by now?”
“I…” She begins to answer, but I’m too impatient. I swallow her words with my mouth, my lips crashing down on hers in a fierce kiss. Her arms snake around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist as I hold her tight, our tongues exploring each other. She tastes amazing, and her smell…it’s divine.
We’re breathless and blissful, and achingly bereft as we break our kiss; our eyes locking as I slowly set her down on the ground.
“How are you standing here with me?”
She gives me a sly grin. “I changed my flight. Instead of a two hour
Sofia: I wish. If I could I would, but I have to be in New York. I promised my mom I would be there for my dad’s birthday party.
Me: I know. I just can’t believe I’m going to miss seeing you.
Sofia: I’ll send you pictures.
Me: Naked pictures?
Sofia: Naughty boy.
Me: I’ve got to go, my cab is here to take me to the airport. Text me when you land. I need to know you’re safe.
Sofia: Will do.
Then I remember her saying that she had a surprise for me. I fire out a text as I throw my bag into the trunk of the cab.
Me: What’s my surprise?
Sofia: Wait and see. X
Me: Tease.
I can’t stop thinking about her - in the cab, through security, at the gate and as I take my seat on the plane. I should have been coming to pick her up at the airport tonight, bringing her home with me, and finally getting to taste the sweetness of her lips again; not getting on a plane and heading thousands of miles away from where she’ll be. Since I lost my virginity at 16 years old, I’ve never gone this long without sex, and I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Sofia. Life can be a cruel son of a bitch sometimes!
As the plane takes off, I sit back and replay every moment of our encounter in Verona; recalling every line and curve of her body and the way she fell apart at my touch. I can almost smell her seductive scent as I lose myself in the memory.
The flight didn’t seem long today. In fact, it felt like I was being dragged away from Sofia at lightning speed. Every moment taking me further and further away from where she is.
As soon as we land, I pull out my phone to see if she’s messaged to say she landed safely in New York. By my calculations, we must have passed each other in the air around three hours into my flight. Sure enough, my phone beeps with a text, but it’s not to say she landed. All it says is ‘Text me when you land.’ I type out a quick message and wait for her reply, busying myself with grabbing my bag from the overhead locker and making my way off of the plane to navigate Heathrow Airport for a few hours.
My phone chimes with a Snapchat picture. It’s of Sofia. It looks like she’s at the airport. I thought she was supposed to have landed hours ago. I quickly reply.
Me: Was your flight delayed? Why are you still at the airport?
Sofia: You didn’t look closely at the background did you?
Me: I was too busy looking at the gorgeous girl in the picture.
My phone chimes with another picture. I take a moment to really look at the backdrop. It can’t be…surely not. My phone beeps again.
Sofia: Look up
I scan the crowd in front of me, my pulse racing, and then I see her. She’s here. In London. My phone goes off again and I look down, reluctant to pull my gaze from her in case she disappears.
Sofia: Surprise
I shove my phone into my pocket and stride towards her, oblivious to anything or anyone around me. I can’t believe she’s here, a hundred yards in front of me. I close the distance between us, never taking my eyes off of her, watching her sexy grin as she begins to move, almost running towards me.
I drop my bags as our bodies collide and she throws herself into my arms. I spin her around with a blatant disregard for the crowd surrounding us, trying to make their way through the airport, to wherever they’re going.
“What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in New York by now?”
“I…” She begins to answer, but I’m too impatient. I swallow her words with my mouth, my lips crashing down on hers in a fierce kiss. Her arms snake around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist as I hold her tight, our tongues exploring each other. She tastes amazing, and her smell…it’s divine.
We’re breathless and blissful, and achingly bereft as we break our kiss; our eyes locking as I slowly set her down on the ground.
“How are you standing here with me?”
She gives me a sly grin. “I changed my flight. Instead of a two hour
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