Thanks to Jonathan's excellent driving, we made it to the airport perfectly on time.
"Here, put on your sunglasses," said Christian, handing me the pair he took off earlier.
We parked right in front of the main entrance, where people were coming and going. I was nervous about being noticed but our causal clothing and outwardly simple looking car helped blend us into the crowd.
If we drove in any other one of Christian's cars, we'd be on the front cover of every magazine by now.
Christian reached out and held my hand as we entered the large building. My heart pounded in my chest from his intimate actions, making me feel like I was his girlfriend...or wife.
He made it seem so natural, as if that's how we've always been and always should be.
Maybe I'm just overthinking everything.
Jonathan followed behind us, carrying the suitcases that I brought from home. I looked at Christian, confused about where his luggage was.
