“Yes, please,” I say, taking a glass as well.
“You are the most beautiful couple I’ve seen in a long time,” she says as she leans over and fills our flutes. “Are you on your honeymoon?”
I turn to my dream girl and smile when I see her blushing cheeks.
“No,” she says shyly. “We, uh… don’t know each other.”
Yet.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says as she finishes pouring. “It’s a long flight. You never know what can happen.”
She raises her eyebrows and grins before moving onto the passengers behind us.
My nerves feel like they’re all firing at once as the plane slows to a stop on the taxiway.
“Cheers,” I say, smiling as I raise my glass and turn to my future wife.
Those honey brown eyes seize my soul as we make eye contact. This girl is stunning up close. She’s perfect.
“Cheers,” she says, clinking my glass with hers.
We each take a sip and she suddenly turns her head away, her nose scrunching up.
“Are you?—”
I’m about to ask her if she’s okay, but she sneezes three times like rapid fire—cute sneezes that make me fall even deeper. They make my obsession grow.
“Bless you,” I say as I watch her with a grin.
She sniffs as she looks at me all shyly, her cheeks getting a little redder. “It’s the bubbles in the champagne. They always make me sneeze.”
She’s so adorable. I’m already in love.
“Would you like me to get you something else?”
“No, no,” she says, looking into her glass. “It doesn’t happen if I pinch my nose shut.”
“So, why don’t you?”
She sighs as she pinches her nose. “Because it looks like this,” she says, sounding like Kermit the Frog. “Not very classy, is it?”
“I won’t judge,” I say with a chuckle.
She turns toward the window and finishes the rest of the champagne, squeezing her nose so she doesn’t sneeze again.
“Are you traveling alone?” I ask, wanting to keep the conversation going. I only have a few hours to make this woman understand that she belongs with me. I can’t waste a second of it.
If I had my way, I’d make this plane crash-land in the Caribbean. We’d swim onto a deserted island and live there for the rest of our days, just the two of us.
“Actually, my family is back there,” she says with a sigh as she points to the curtain separating us from the masses in the back of the plane. “My cousin Leah is getting married.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, wondering how I can score an invite to the wedding.
“It’s a bit of a disaster already,” she says. “The groom is hammered, the bride is crying, and the resort looks like it’s going to be hell.”
“Which resort are you going to?” I’m praying she’s going to say The Aurelia, but no one with half a brain would describe The Aurelia as hell. It’s one of the most luxurious beach resorts on planet Earth. It’s breathtaking.
She looks embarrassed as she says it. “The Breezy Winds Resort & Casino.”
