Twenty-One
At the airport I waited until I reached the gate to pull out my phone. I had a message from Jonas. It was careful and neutral. Have a good flight. I could picture Jonas assessing me, testing the waters.
No way.
That was some kiss, I messaged back.
Immediately my phone pinged.
Thank God. Best kiss of my life.
I laughed and crossed my legs, settling into my chair. Another message pinged in.
Are you at the gate?
Yes. Where are you?
In your bed. Too creepy?
My stomach fluttered. This new Jonas, this Jonas who kissed me senseless, was in my bed. I could picture it, his tanned skin and blond hair splayed on my sheets.
You make me want to miss my flight.
I will be here when you get back. If that is what you want.
Yes, please.
I cannot wait. I miss you already. Eivind is h
