~Joanna
The flight back to the States was long, but Lanre and I didn’t mind. We spent most of it watching movies and stealing kisses when no one was looking. By the time we landed, I was ready to crash into my bed, but the excitement of being home kept me awake.
As we loaded our luggage into the taxi at the airport, I sighed with relief, sinking into the soft backseat. Lanre slid in beside me, throwing an arm over my shoulder. “Home sweet home,” he said with a grin.
“Finally,” I replied, leaning into him. “I feel like I’ve been on the move forever.”
“You have been,” he teased. “It’s called a vacation.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help laughing. The taxi driver glanced at us through the rearview mirror, a small smile on his face as if he enjoyed our banter.
“Remember when you tho
