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I’m gripping Nolan’s hand as he pulls up to drop me off at the airport. I cannot believe I have to fly alone. I’m two seconds away from calling this whole trip off.
Nolan squeezes my hand gently and uses his free hand to pull me in for a kiss. “Babe, you will be fine. Your plane will land safely. Don’t freak out. Remember,” he says in a voice fit for a cotton candy commercial, “it’s the safest way to travel.” He gives me his signature smile as he winks.
I let out a sigh, and using both of my hands, I pull his face into a deep, lingering kiss. I’m lost in our kiss until I hear the smack of a hand hitting the car roof.
A gruff voice yells, “Hurry up! This is a drop-off zone only.”
Startled, I break away from our kiss and see airport security standing next to the car passenger window,
