Nate glanced up at the arrivals board again, hoping the time would change and Rusty’s flight would get there sooner. Only five more minutes and he could make his way to the gate to wait for him. At least it wasn’t a direct flight from the States, so Rusty had already been through customs at Auckland Airport.
He shouldn’t be this nervous about seeing Rusty again. Although six months had passed since they’d parted at Wellington, they’d stayed in regular contact once Rusty had arrived home. But keeping in touch through email and text and occasional desperate Skype-s*x wasn’t the same as in person.
Nate ran his sweaty palms over his jeans. Given the snowy conditions outside, feeling hot and bothered was ludicrous. Nothing to be nervous about either. This was good.
His life was good. New cit
