Things move fast as Frankie and I climb into the cargo plane, the door slamming shut behind us not a minute after we start making our way to the front.I pause for a second after the door is closed, looking backwards towards the pallets stacked with goods. “But the shoes,” I murmur, my feet already
“Like eight hours,” he says, giving me a chagrined little shrug.“Eight hours without a bathroom!?” I gasp and he just grins at me.“It’s an adventure, Bambs,” he says, tugging me closer to him. “It’s not an adventure if it’s comfortable the whole time.”I grumble my discontent, saying I’d quite lik
I just stare at Frankie, completely shocked. Because, I mean, I knew that he knew about the emails that I wrote to Christian all the time – and I knew that he knew about “Daisy” - but really? The whole time he knew about…me?All about me?“What – what are you talking about?” I ask under my breath, n
I wake up a few hours later, my body tensing when I feel the plane shift, angling…downward? I guess? My breath hitches and I whip my head up to look at Frankie, who is already looking down at me.“Easy, kid,” he murmurs, softly stroking my back. “Landing, not crashing. Nothing to worry about.”“How
Finally, he spots his chance and gives me a single glance over his shoulder.But I’m already ready.As soon as the third guy passes us, heading deeper into the plane for another pallet of goods, Frankie moves. With one of my hands clasped tightly in his, we silently make our way forward across the r
“Iris, I mean like, jump down from the truck,” Frankie says, leaning forward towards me with a laugh. “Not jump off a bridge.”“Okay, with how this plan has currently gone,” I say, staring at him with wide eyes, “I think you need to clarify these details, Frank.”He laughs, grinning at me, and then
A slow smile spreads across my mouth. “Cool.”“Very cool,” he says, dipping his head for a moment to press his forehead against mine. “We can do…whatever we want.”“Um,” I say, turning my face away from him to study the street I’ve been too panicked, so far, to observe. “Whatever we want but…where t
“Come on, you sad thing,” Frankie murmurs, petting my head and making me look up at him as I laugh. “Let’s go have a drink by the river.”“I’m not sad!” I protest, laughing still. “Just – overwhelmed and…tired and…it’s so beautiful here and…”“And maybe a little sad?”I shake my head no, still smili