I feel a slight chill as we exit the plane and know Lincoln is carrying me downstairs with how we bounce with each step. I don’t think I’ve ever cuddled in my life. That seems to be something I like to do with him. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face there. He doesn’t stop to pick it up, he just leaves it behind. His coat falls off me and onto the floor. “All right, sweet pea.” I hear him say before I’m being lifted effortlessly into his big strong arms. What is it about him that makes me crave him like this? A finger slides down my cheek, and I can’t help but lean into it, loving his warm touch. I hear footsteps coming towards me, and I close my eyes. From here on out you wait until I call you before you enter when I’m sitting with her.” His tone is firm and final. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you, but let’s make it clear. Relief greets me at the realization that he hasn’t left. I grab it, pulling it to my nose and cuddling it, breathing him in. My heart falls a little, but then I see his suit jacket. I’m still on the plane, but it doesn’t feel like it’s moving. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since I left home and I’m already having the best time of my life, feeling and seeing things I didn’t know were even possible. I smile, thinking about everything that happened. When my eyes fully open and my vision comes into focus, I see where I am. Flashes of the dream I had wash through my body.
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