Page 218 of Love Unwritten
His chest vibrates from quiet laughter.
“What?”
“Nothing important. I was buying myself some time to wrap up with the kittens.”
My mouth falls open.
“What did you think was in there?” he asks.
I fake a snore, only to have him shake me.
“Tell me.”
I sneak a peek at him. “A vibrator?”
His deep, dark laugh tells me it isn’t the end of this conversation.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Ellie
I knew this day would come. It was impossible to ignore, especially with how Cole’s assistant spent days coordinating the next five weeks of my life, but time flew by way too fast.
“It’s only five weeks,” Rafael says as we stop outside the glass sliding doors leading into the airport. Earlier, he had insisted on parking his truck and walking me to the entrance, and while I was resistant at first, I’m glad he came to see me off.
I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him so hard, he groans.
“Are you feeling okay about the flight?” he asks.
“Nope.”
“Great. What’s nine hours of anxiety anyway?”
“Sounds like a typical day for me.”
Rafael chuckles. He kisses the top of my head before I let go of him. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
I put on my best brave face. “I’ll do my best.”
He stares at me for a few beats. “You’ll call me when you land?”
“For the fifth time already, yes.” Funny how we went from hardly ever speaking to one another to acting like two teenagers who can’t go to sleep without talking about anything and everything.
With one last mind-numbing kiss, Rafael heads back to the crosswalk that leads to the parking garage. I’m an emotional being, so I’m already crying before even walking inside the airport.
When he catches me wiping at the corners of my eyes, he laughs, and I flip him off before turning to the sliding doors. I take one step before pausing to glance over my shoulder.
“If you want to make your flight, you should get going,” Rafael says.
“I know.”
“You’ve got this.”
I throw him a thumbs-up before rolling my shoulders back and heading inside. My anxiety spikes as soon as I enter the busy Detroit airport, but I remind myself that I’ve been here before and done this once already.
“Here goes nothing,” I grumble to myself as I head to the security checkpoint.
I make it through without any hiccups. With time to kill before my flight to London, I check out some stores, although I don’t have Nico here to distract me with a hundred different questions.