I sit down on the recliner that is across from the sofa.
“Don’t worry about it,” I say.
Asher doesn’t answer me. He looks down at his shoe.
“I really hate that she left without saying goodbye. What if she really hates us now and won’t come back to Texas because of that.”
“I don’t think she hates us. She’s just upset about our situation. We were pretty harsh leaving that note.”
We don’t say anything for a while. I take out my smartphone.
“I better get us some tickets now.”
I download an app for buying cheap airline tickets and I begin to search.
“How soon can we get the tickets?” Asher asks.
I don’t say anything for a minute. I am scrolling through our time choices.
“We can forget about packing, we’ve got to leave as soon as possible,” Asher says.
“I can get us on a plan in two hours.”
“But it takes two hours and change to drive to the airport.”
“This is true.”
“Plus, you need to add time to go through security.”
I reload the page on my phone, and I look for a departure time that will suit us. At first it doesn’t look promising. Then I scroll through again and I find a flight that stops in New York City on its way to the U.K. that leaves in four hours.
This is perfect for us. We can just not get on the connecting flight.
“I found one in four hours. Let me change my shirt and we can get going.”
“I’ll go home and change into something more presentable.”
“We don’t have time to stop at your house. I’ll just lend you something of mine. Will that be okay with you?”
“I guess,” Asher shrugs.
I go to my room and pick two shirts that will be suitable. I go back to the living room and give Asher the shirt. He takes off his old shirt to put on the new one. I can’t help but stare at his abs. They are incredible.
“What are you staring at?” Asher asks.
I feel my face get hot. I must be blushing like a schoolboy.
“It’s nothing.”
I look away from Asher. I can’t look him in the eye. Ever since our threesome session, I’ve been thinking about Asher and his body. Every time I close my eyes, I see his naked body. And now to see his body again, I can’t look away.
I’ve never felt this way. I am embarrassed. What if I am attracted to Asher? What if Samantha has been right all along?
“We better get going. I’ll go wash up quickly.”
I am relieved Asher doesn’t question me.
After about twenty minutes, Asher and I leave my house. We decide to take Asher’s truck since he has two gas tanks in his truck. Both tanks are full so we will save time by not getting any gas.
It takes us exactly two hours to get to the airport. I am relieved when we finally get on the plane. I have never been so unsure about a situation like I am about this one. What if she doesn’t open her door when we get there?
I worry that we won’t be able to get her to come back. Asher is also in deep thought. He is probably thinking the same as me. If we get a second chance with Samantha, I will do what I can to make her happy. I wonder if Asher feels the same way.