that I’ve never experienced before. It’s frightening to think about the possibilities; my life has, for the most part, stayed on one straight course, never risking unfamiliar roads, rarely contemplating change—but Luke makes me feel like I can, that it’s somehow safe to take a chance on something unknown. It’s frightening, yes, but it’s also exciting, and that’s just not something I think I can ignore.
Still, that ugly sore could show up right now as I’m sitting close to him on the bus, our thighs touching even though there’s room enough they don’t need to, and I know it would take a lot to scare me away. I’m not afraid of getting closer to him. I don’t feel a nervous ball in my stomach that makes me want to clam up on Luke. I don’t feel the sudden urge to take a step back and slow things down. I’m not afraid of getting serious with him, but instead, I feel like I’m running toward him with open arms and I don’t care how fast my legs are taking me there. No, I’m definitely not afraid of getting closer to him.
I think I’m afraid of the reverse.
Paige was wrong—I was never really scared of getting serious with a guy. I’ve just been holding out for the right guy.
“Wait,” I say, looking out the window when I suddenly realize where we are. “Why are we at the airport?”
Luke’s smile borderlines mystery and encouragement and I don’t think I like it.
He pats the top of my thigh covered by the fabric of my dress. “You said you wanted to see where I live.”
“Yeah, but—” All I see are images of me on a plane, and the same images I always see that take five years off my life.
He takes my hand and leans toward me; the smell of his freshly washed skin and the heat coming off his body almost … almost, calms me down a little. “I just work on Oahu,” he says. “I live on Kauai. You’ll be OK. It’s only about a thirty-minute flight.”
My heart sinks like a stone and my mouth feels like a dry riverbed—I don’t even have my earbuds with me to listen to my rain MP3s. I want to protest—well, the fear in me wants to protest—but I can’t get the words to leave my mouth.
He smiles warmly and tugs on my hand as the bus comes to a stop in front of the terminal.
OK, I can do this. It’s not like I’ve never been on a plane before. My heart is banging against my rib cage and already I’m feeling sick to my stomach when usually that doesn’t happen until I sit down on the plane and prepare for takeoff. I think what’s different about this time is that I’m afraid of embarrassing myself in front of Luke, of all people. All three times I’ve been on an airplane without at least my MP3s to distract me, I’ve had small anxiety attacks. Once, on a flight from San Diego to Dallas, we flew through a thunderstorm and the turbulence was so frightening that I came unglued and the anxiety attack that I had was more than small.
“Luke, I don’t know … Isn’t there another way across? I mean, if it’s only a thirty-minute flight, surely there’s a boat that can take us over.”
“Not anymore,” he says, holding my hand as we enter the tall glass doors of the airport. “There used to be a ferry, but now the only way over is by plane or private boat, and that’d take a while.”
“Nothing wrong with a while.” I laugh under my breath uncomfortably, finding no real humor in it.
“Do you have a private boat?” he jokes. “Because I don’t.”
Luke stops and moves around in front of me, placing both of his hands on my upper arms. He looks into my eyes with a softness that I can’t help but surrender to. People walk past us in all directions. The tapping of shoes on the bright tiled floor, the squeaking wheels of suitcases, and the hum of voices carry throughout the vast space. The sound of the intercom speakers in the high ceiling crackles before a voice comes on to make a general announcement that I can’t pay attention to, not with those hazel eyes gazing in at me, claiming all of my attention.
“I’ll be right next to you,” he says. “Look at me.”
I didn’t realize my eyes had begun to stray.
I swallow hard and look back