Page 119 of Romance on the Docket


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San Francisco?Perfect.

Aaron? Perfect.

Leaving Aaron in San Francisco? Not so perfect.

After thirty-two years of living, I’ve learned when to leave unfinished business behind, with the promise of return. On our last night, sleep eluded us. We were tangled in hotel sheets, whispering secrets, feeling vulnerable, as dawn approached. The airport shuttle arrived seven minutes early, almost as if the universe was taunting us. At the curb, Aaron lifted my bag, and our hands reached for each other, reluctant yet unable to let go. His goodbye kiss outside terminal G was not theatrical; it was painfully genuine—soft, prolonged, and full of unspoken words. It was the kind of kiss that yearns to be shared by true lovers. My chest still tightened with longing.

My phone vibrates—Aaron. Instantly, my shoulders drop. Suddenly, shelling out twenty bucks for in-flight Wi-Fi feels like the best investment I’ll make all day.

Aaron

Touchdown yet?

Me

Still airborne.

Aaron

Already missing you.

It’s ridiculous how just a few words from him can send my stomach somersaulting.

Me

It’s been four hours.

Aaron

Four too many.

The flight attendant offers drinks, but I wave her off. My mind is already wandering to Café Lucid, that cozy spot near my apartment where the barista greets me by name and remembers my order every time.

Me

Boarding your Texas flight?

Aaron

Just settled into my seat. Listen...

The message with the ellipsis just sits there. My screen stays dark for two minutes.

Me

Where did you go?

Aaron

You should see about visiting me at my second-to-last stop. Try to take another vacation in two weeks. I want to ruin you in the best way possible.

A warm rush blooms in my chest. Aaron’s invitation is dangerously tempting, but I need to be sure this isn’t just lust or the afterglow of a flawless weekend. I want something real, something that lasts. As Demi always reminds me, great sex is the world’s most convincing liar.

Me

So you’re just wanting all day access to my body?

If I’m being honest, the idea of having all-day, all-night access to him sounds pretty perfect.