Langston sweeps the hair off my neck as he kisses my bare skin. His fingers circle around my clit as more water bounces off my skin.
“I want—”
“No. This is about you—your pleasure. I’m tired of taking anything from you. You have to get at least double the amount of gratification as I do.”
“But—”
There is no way I can finish that sentence, though. All I can see are stars as I come once again. It’s different than in the car. In the car, I was desperate. I needed to feel alive again—in control, connected to Langston.
r /> This orgasm rips through my body, releasing all the feelings I’ve been hiding. All the feelings of pain I was holding back explode. Agony, despair, fear, loss—it hits me all at once.
“Let it all out, baby. I’ve got you.”
It’s at Langston’s words that I realize I’m crying, trembling, shaking. I’m only standing because Langston is holding me up.
The water mixes with my tears and blood as it all goes down the drain. Everything we’ve been through—I let it all go. It’s no longer my burden to bear.
We stay in the shower so long that we run out of water. At some point, we collapsed onto the floor, so I’m sitting in Langston’s lap.
I look back. “You never took your clothes off.”
“No, I was more concerned about making sure you were okay.”
I kiss him softly. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Me neither.”
I am finally able to stand. I hold out my hand. He takes it, and I help him up. He’s soaking wet and still covered in blood.
“I’m not sure the shower helped clean you that much,” I say, looking him up and down.
He peels his shirt off. “Sure, it did.”
I take a washcloth and do my best to clean off the rest of the dried blood from his body. He slips out of his pants, and I get a better view of the pain he went through with a large gash in his thigh.
I brush my hand over it. If I hadn’t already cried out all the pain, I would start in again.
He takes my hand and kisses it. “We are all going to be okay now. I promise.”
I smile at his empty promises. He doesn’t mean them to be empty, but he can’t promise me the world when the world doesn’t belong to me.
“So, where are these fluffy pajamas?” I ask.
He laughs. “I think Rose means the fluffy white robes.”
He grabs one on the hook behind me and drapes it over my shoulders.
I slip my arms through it and then wrap the sash around my waist. “Rose is right; these are fluffy.”
Langston wraps the other robe around him.
He opens one of the drawers in the bathroom and pulls out two pairs of boxers for us both to slip on underneath our robes. Now we’re decent enough to go back out with everyone on the plane.
“Ready?” he asks with his hand on the doorknob.
I nod.
He kisses me one more time, opens the door, and we walk back to the plane’s main cabin.