Iarrived at the airport an hour early. I wanted to make sure I had time to park and wait for her. I’m standing next to the security line, watching passengers arrive. Her plane just landed and she should be walking by any time now. I scan the crowd looking for her. There are people squealing, hugging each other and excited around me, but I don’t take my eyes off the revolving door.
When I see someone with long blond hair behind a taller man, my body instantly tightens. I know it’s her. I don’t take my eyes off her. The man walking beside her is talking to her and she laughs. My fists clench at my sides, but it doesn’t sway me.
She looks up when she gets twenty feet away and even from here I can see the surprise on her face. She stumbles and the man next to her holds her up. I barely contain my growl before I stride over to them.
I stand before her awkwardly. We just stand here, people walking all around us. The man that was next to her walks on after telling her bye. She doesn’t even notice.
“Jared?” Shock fills her voice. “Is that you? I mean of course it’s you, but you look so different. My God.” She says those words and then looks down my body. When her eyes climb back up me and land on mine again, she smacks her hands across her mouth.
I smile at her and take my turn to look down her body. She too is different from high school. But I already know that since I follow her on all her social media. She has on tennis shoes, leggings and a wide neck red shirt. I try not to stare at her breasts before moving back up to her eyes. “Krissy, you’re even more beautiful.”
I open my arms to hug her and she hesitates briefly before entering my embrace. I hold on to her then. The feel of her sweet curves against me has my cock hardening in my pants.
I pull back from her, not wanting to embarrass her.
Her face is flushed and she tugs at the bottom of her shirt. “Yeah, I’m a little different from high school, too. Not the cheerleader anymore.”
I turn my head sideways, trying to understand what she’s saying. I may look the jock part now, but I’m still not completely sure about all the social niceties. When she won’t look into my eyes, I guess that she’s embarrassed… maybe because she’s gained some weight since high school.
But do you tell a woman you like her curves? The longer I stand here not saying anything, the more her face turns a darker shade of red.
Finally, I ball up and just say what I’m thinking. “You were beautiful in high school, Krissy, but nothing could have prepared me to see you now. You’re breathtakingly beautiful… plus, I love curves… especially yours.”
Her eyes flick to mine and I see how much she appreciates what I said. I finally take a breath, one I didn’t know I was holding.
“Should we go get your luggage?” I ask her and place my hand at the small of her back to lead her to the baggage claim.
“So what do you do, Jared?” she asks me.
“I do online security,” I tell her.
“Online, huh? I guess that explains how I had two thousand dollars in my account this morning. Do you always hack into people’s bank accounts?”
Laughing at her question, I try not to tense up. If only she knew what all I’ve hacked into. “I needed to get you the travel money. I figured that was the easiest way.”
“Yeah, I’m not even going to ask how you got my account number. I should be freaked out,” she admits, smiling up at me. I didn’t realize how short she was. Looking down at her small stature, I can’t stop the feelings of protectiveness coming through me.
We stop walking when we get to the luggage conveyor belt. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Krissy.”
She grabs on to my arm. “Oh, I know. I was just joking with you.”
Krissy
I take my hand off his arm and start watching for the luggage. It gives me a small reprieve from looking at him. Which I need. The man is hot. In high school, there was something about him, even with his nerdy ways and his glasses, which I thought were adorable.
But now, there’s nothing adorable about him. Just looking at him raises my body heat. He’s tall, at least six inches taller than my five foot five. He’s built. Standing next to him almost makes me feel small. And long gone are his glasses. His strong jawline, dark brown hair and big brown eyes would have any woman’s panties melting.
I stop my hand when I realize I’m fanning myself.
“Are you hot?” he asks me.
“Uh, yeah, a little bit. I’m fine though,” I stutter, embarrassed.
I point to my luggage and he refuses to let me help him. He grabs the two suitcases, one for my clothes and one for all my equipment, and leads me outside to his truck. He puts it all into the back and then opens the door for me.
I climb into the cab and put my seatbelt on, watching him walk around to the driver’s side. I use that time to take a few deep breaths to try and contain my rapidly beating heart.
Once he’s inside, he turns to me before starting the engine. “So, uh…”