My nerves were shot. I'm not a fan of commercial flights, and that flight was a nightmare; Screaming babies, smelly seat mates, and turbulence to boot. The reason I was traveling only ramped up my nervous energy.
As soon as the plane was stopped and ready for passengers to exit, I grabbed my carry on and made my way off of the stifling tin can. Breathing in cleaner air as I step into spacious modern airport. Slowly exhaling through my noise, trying to slow my erratic heart.
I made my way towards baggage claim, frustratedly shuffling behind people with nowhere to be. I just wanted to see him, to meet him in person for the first time. I wanted to wrap my arms around his large frame and never let go, and those people were taking their sweet damn time.
I shouldered past a few stragglers to get ahead. I craned my neck to look for his brown hair above the crowd. I couldn't help biting my lip, worrying at it. My eyes searched the space until I finally glimpsed him, standing a head over the crowd. His white button up was push up his corded forearms. His low slung jeans fit his muscular legs just right.
My heart stuttered and my face broke into a wide smile. My feet were moving before I made the conscious decision.
A foot in front of him, I stopped, looking him over. My mind burning in every detail. My cheeks flamed red when I realized I'd been staring for a whole minute.
"Hi." I squeaked , peering up at him from below my lashes.
Then, I was in his arms. His big hands pulling me in. My arms looped over his shoulders as my feet dangled above the ground.
I nuzzled against his neck and kissed up his jaw; Smiling and grinning widely against his skin, until my mouth was hovering in front of his.
"Fancy meeting you here." He smirked, a smirk that made my heartbeat tick up.
I laughed loudly, the way he intended, and crashed my mouth down against his.
The kiss was everything. It was so consuming that I forgot where we were until I heard a couple very unsubtle throats clear.
When we pulled apart, I looked around wide eyed. My legs were wrapped around him and his hands had a grip on the back of my thighs, very close to my round ass. I was thankful he managed to hold my skirt in a modest position.
We laughed together. I slid down his body, my curves plastered against him indecently.
"It's nice to finally meet you!" I lay my head on his chest.
"You too princess."
His arm wrapped around my shoulder, holding me to his side.
"I don't have anymore bags." I said, holding up the carry on and my backpack.
"Let's get out of here."
We talked, catching up as we walked hand in hand. My back pack was casually thrown over his shoulder.
