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"Yes, I've been calling his phone nonstop. It's just going to voice mail."

It's a stupid question. Of course, she's tried calling him. I try again anyway, but his phone goes directly to voice mail.

I try to rea.s.sure her, but I know it's pointless. Until we hear his voice, rea.s.surance won't help. "I'll call the airline," I tell her. "I'll call you back if I hear anything."

She doesn't even say good-bye.

I use the home phone to call the airline and my cell phone to call Miles. It's the first time I've ever dialed his number.



I pray that he answers, because as much as I'm scared to death for Corbin, it's also running through my head that Miles works for the same airline.

My stomach is sick.

"h.e.l.lo?" Miles says on the second ring. His voice sounds hesitant, like he's unsure why I'm calling.

"Miles!" I say, both frantic and relieved. "Is he okay? Is Corbin okay?"

There's a pause.

Why is there a pause?

"What do you mean?"

"A plane," I say immediately. "My mom called. There was a plane crash. He's not answering his phone."

"Where are you?" he says quickly.

"The apartment."

"Let me in."

I walk to the door and unlock it. He pushes the door open and still has the phone to his ear. When he sees me, he pulls the phone away, immediately rushes to the couch, grabs the remote, and turns on the television.

He flips through the channels until he finds the TV news report. He dials numbers on his cell phone, then turns and rushes toward me. He takes my hand in his. "Come here," he says, pulling me to him. "I'm sure he's fine."

I nod against his chest, but his rea.s.surance is pointless.

"Gary?" he says when someone answers on the other end. "It's Miles. Yeah. Yeah, I heard," he says. "Who was the crew?"

There's a long pause. I'm terrified to look at him. Terrified.

"Thank you." He hangs up the phone. "He's okay, Tate," he says immediately. "Corbin's fine. Ian, too."

I break down into tears of relief.

Miles walks me to the couch and sits down, then pulls me to him. He takes my cell phone out of my hands and presses several b.u.t.tons before putting the phone to his ear.

"Hey, it's Miles. Corbin is fine." He pauses for a few seconds. "Yeah, she's fine. I'll tell her to call you in the morning." A few more seconds pa.s.s, and he says good-bye. He sets the phone on the couch beside him. "Your mom."

I nod. I already knew.

And that simple gesture, him calling my mother, just made me fall for him even harder.

Now he's kissing the top of my head, rubbing his hand up and down my arm rea.s.suringly.

"Thank you, Miles," I tell him.

He doesn't say you're welcome, because he doesn't think he did anything that deserves thanking.

"Did you know them?" I ask. "The crew on board?"

"No. They were out of a different hub. The names didn't sound familiar."

My phone vibrates, so Miles hands it back to me. I look at it, and it's a text from Corbin.

Corbin: In case you've heard about the plane, just want you to know I'm fine. I called headquarters, and Miles is, too. Please let Mom know if she hears about it. Love you.

Receiving his text fills me with even more relief, now that I know with one hundred percent certainty that he's okay.

"It's a text from Corbin," I tell Miles. "He says you're okay. In case you were worried."

Miles laughs. "So he checked up on me?" he says with a grin. "I knew he couldn't hate me forever."

I smile. I love that Corbin wanted me to know that Miles was okay.

Miles continues to hold me, and I savor every second of it.

"When is he scheduled to come home?"

"Not for two more days," I say. "How long have you been home?"

"About two minutes," he says. "I had just plugged my phone in to charge when you called."

"I'm glad you're back."

He doesn't respond. He doesn't tell me he's glad to be back. Instead of saying something that might give me false hope, he just kisses me.

"You know," he says, pulling me onto his lap, "I hate the circ.u.mstances surrounding the reason you probably didn't have time to put on pants, but I love that you don't have on pants." His hands slide up my thighs, and he pulls me closer until we're flush together. He kisses the tip of my nose, then kisses my chin.

"Miles?" I run my hands through his hair and down his neck, then pause with them on his shoulders. "I was also scared it could have been you," I whisper. "That's why I'm glad you're back."

His eyes grow soft, and the worry lines between them disappear. I may not know anything about his past or his life, but I definitely notice that he hasn't called anyone to let them know he's okay. That makes me sad for him.

His eyes fall away from mine and land on my chest. He fingers the bottom edges of my s.h.i.+rt, then slowly pulls it over my head. I have nothing but a pair of panties on now.

He leans forward, wraps his arms around my back, and pulls me against his mouth. His lips close softly over my nipple, and my eyes shut involuntarily. Chills erupt over my skin as his hands begin to explore every bare part of my back and my thighs. His mouth works its way to my other breast, just as his hands slip inside my panties at my hips.

"I think I have to rip these off you, because I sure don't want you to move off my lap," he says.

I smile. "Fine with me. I have more where these came from."

I can feel him grin against my skin as his hands pull at the elastic band of my underwear. He pulls on one side but fails to tear them. He tries ripping the other side to pull them off me, but nothing gives.

"You're giving me a wedgie," I say, laughing.

He lets out a frustrated sigh. "It's always so much s.e.xier when they do this on TV."

I readjust myself and sit up straighter. "Try it again," I encourage. "You can do it, Miles."

He grabs the left side of my panties and yanks them hard.

"Ouch!" I yell, scooting in the direction of his pull to lessen the pain of the elastic digging into my right side.

He laughs again and drops his face to my neck. "Sorry," he says. "Got any scissors?"

I cringe at the thought of him coming at me with a pair of scissors. I scoot off of him and stand up, then pull my underwear down, kicking them off and away from me.

"Watching you do that was totally worth my failed attempt at being s.e.xy," he says.

I smile. "Your failed attempt at being s.e.xy actually made you s.e.xy."

My comment makes him laugh again. I walk toward him and climb back onto his lap. He repositions me so that I'm straddling him again. "My failures are a turn-on for you?" he asks teasingly.

"Oh, yeah," I murmur. "So hot."

His hands are on me again, roaming across my back and down my arms. "You would have loved me from the ages of thirteen to sixteen," he says. "I failed at pretty much everything. Especially football."

I grin. "Now we're talking. Tell me more."

"Baseball," he says, right before he presses his mouth to my neck. He kisses his way up to my ear. "And one semester of world geography."

"Holy s.h.i.+t." I moan. "Now, that's hot."

He moves his lips to my mouth and pulls me in for a soft kiss. He barely touches his mouth to mine. "I failed at kissing, too. Terribly. I almost choked a girl with my tongue once."

I laugh.

"Want me to show you?"

As soon as I nod, he's repositioning us on the couch until I'm lying on my back and he's on top of me. "Open your mouth."

I open it. He drops his mouth to mine and shoves his tongue inside, giving me what is quite possibly the worst kiss I've ever experienced. I push against his chest, attempting to get his tongue out of my mouth, but he doesn't budge. I turn my face to the left, and he begins licking my cheek, causing me to laugh even harder.

"Oh, my G.o.d, that was terrible, Miles!"

He pulls his mouth away and lowers himself on top of me. "I got better."

I nod. "That's a fact," I say, agreeing wholeheartedly.

We're both smiling. The relaxed look on his face fills me with so many emotions I can't even begin to cla.s.sify them. I'm happy, because we're having fun together. I'm sad, because we're having fun together. I'm angry, because we're having fun together and it makes me want so much more of this. So much more of him.

We quietly stare at each other, until he slowly dips his head, pressing a long kiss against my lips. He begins placing soft kisses all over my mouth until the kisses become longer and more intense. His tongue eventually parts my lips, and the playfulness disappears.

It's quite serious now, as our kisses grow more hurried and his clothes begin to join mine on the floor, piece by piece.

"The couch or your bed?" he whispers.

"Both," I reply.

He obliges.

I fell asleep in my bed.

Next to Miles.

Neither of us has ever fallen asleep afterward before. One of us always leaves. As much as I'm trying to convince myself that it means nothing, I know it does. Every time we're together, I get a little bit more of him. Whether it's a glimpse of his past or time spent without the s.e.x or even time spent sleeping, he's giving me more and more of himself, little by little. I feel like this is both good and bad. It's good, because I want and need so much more of him, so every little bit I get is enough to satisfy me when I begin worrying about everything I don't get from him. But it's also bad, because every time I get a little bit more of him, another part of him grows more distant. I can see it in his eyes. He's worried he's giving me hope, and I'm afraid he'll eventually just pull away completely.

Everything with Miles will come cras.h.i.+ng down.

It's inevitable. He's so adamant about the things he doesn't want out of life, and I'm starting to understand just how serious he is. So as much as I try to protect my heart from him, it's pointless. He's going to break it eventually, yet I continue to allow him to fill it. Every time I'm with him, he fills my heart up more and more, and the more it's filled with pieces of him, the more painful it'll be when he rips it out of my chest as though it never belonged there in the first place.

I hear the vibration of his phone and feel him roll over and reach for it on the nightstand next to him. He thinks I'm asleep, so I don't give him reason to think otherwise.

"Hey," he whispers. There's a long pause, and I start to panic internally, wondering who he's talking to. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I should have called you. I figured you'd be asleep."

My heart is in my throat now, crawling its way up, trying to escape from Miles and me and this entire situation. My heart knows by my reaction to this phone call that it's in trouble. My heart has just gone into fight-or-flight mode, and right now, it's doing everything it can to run.

I don't blame my heart one bit.

"Love you, too, Dad."

My heart slides back down my throat and finds its normal home in my chest again. It's happy for now. I'm happy. Happy that he actually does have someone to call.

In the same moment, I'm also reminded of how little I know about him. How little he shows me. How much he hides himself from me, so that when I finally break, it won't be his fault.

It won't be a quick break, either. It'll be slow and painful, filled with so many moments like these that tear me up from the inside out. Moments when he thinks I'm asleep and he slides out of my bed. Moments when I keep my eyes closed but listen as he puts on his clothes. Moments when I make sure my breathing remains regular in case he's watching me when he leans over to kiss me on the forehead.

Moments when he leaves.

Because he always leaves.

chapter twenty-eight.

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