HOLLY
The climb was quick and choppy, but the rest of the flight remained smooth and beautiful. I spent our two hours in the air basically unwinding. Lounging out across the laps of my two attentive boyfriends, letting go of Malcolm’s bullshit, of the New York crowds, and whoever might’ve been following me in the parking garage.
Logan stared at his laptop, playing absently with my hair. He claimed he’d ditch it once we landed, but needed to get a few last minute things done first.
Bradley on the other hand, was giving me what amounted to a professional foot massage. I wasn’t sure where he learned his technique, but he soon had me moaning and groaning with delight. I was still twisting happily beneath his firm, experienced grip as the pilot announced we were already descending, ending my
