been there before.”
“Me neither! I can’t wait!” She leaped off my lap and did a little dance around the living room, shaking her ass and hips as she thrust her arms into the air like a lunatic. “I have to call Danika, okay? Or I can just text her.”
“I’ll buy our tickets,” I said, pulling out my wallet and credit card from my dad. At least he was good for something.
“You don’t have to buy our tickets. I mean”—she stopped dancing and cocked her head to the side—“I can pay for my own.”
“Dickhead Davies said I’m to use this for all things. I’m sure that includes first-class airfare.” I waved the credit card around, and Sunny looked uncomfortable.
“I don’t know. Are you sure? What if he cancels them?”
I laughed. “He won’t even notice until we’ve gone and come back, I bet. But he would never cancel the tickets. That would be potentially embarrassing, and DD does not like to be embarrassed.”
“If you’re sure,” she said between typing on her phone.
“I’m sure.”
My girl squealed. “Okay. Danika said we’re all set. Just to let her know what we end up booking and she’ll take care of the rest.”
I waved Sunny over, and she sashayed her way back to the couch and sat down next to me. We both had the calendars up on our phones as we looked at the dates and decided when to leave and come back.
“Are we staying with them?”
“Yeah. They’re at Chance’s parents’. I guess they own a flat there or something. I don’t know what they’re called.”
“Ah.” I nodded because that rang a bell. “I think Chance told me that once. They have a condo.”
After we agreed on the dates, I booked us two roundtrip tickets. I knew that I could have gotten us coach seats, but I decided that I didn’t care enough what my old man thought and ordered us first class instead. Plus, I wanted to fly my girl in style even if I wasn’t paying for it.
“We’re confirmed.” I forwarded the confirmation to Sunny’s email address and watched as she opened it, noticing the seat class.
“This is going to be the best vacation ever.” She launched herself into my arms, and I caught her easily.
“Are you happy?” I placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose.
“Very.” She licked her lips as she stared at my mouth.
“Show me how much,” I said as I stood up from the couch with her still in my arms and headed toward the bedroom.
First Class to New York
Sunny
I
drove us to LAX for our nonstop flight to NEW YORK CITY! To say I was enthusiastic would be the freaking understatement of the century. I couldn’t stop bouncing in my seat, even with Mac’s hand on my thigh. He kept laughing at me and shaking his head, but he couldn’t blame me. Not only was I getting to see my best friend, who I missed terribly, but I was also going to New York with my boyfriend.
I’d never done anything like this in my life. The most vacationing my family had ever done was camping at the local beaches on the weekends. They were always fun, and I enjoyed them, but they weren’t New York. And I’d definitely never gone anywhere with a boyfriend before.
We parked the car, grabbed our luggage, and headed into the busy airport. It was an absolute madhouse inside, kids running amok, their parents looking way more stressed than happy. I glanced at Mac while we waited in line to check our luggage, and he seemed to have the same expression on his face that I assumed I had on mine.
“Are you as excited as I am?”
He leaned toward me. “Maybe even more.”
He winked, and my stomach flip-flopped. His shirt was pulled taut against his shoulders, his arms looking like they ached to be set free, and I swore I could spend hours simply admiring his body.
“Are you checking me out?” he asked, and I felt myself blush.
“I can’t help it. Look at you.”
He grabbed me hard and started kissing me for everyone at LAX to see. The old man behind us cleared his throat, making Mac stop.
“Have you seen yourself lately?” Mac whispered in my ear, and I used his arms to steady myself.
Kissing Mac always made me weak in the knees. One of these times, I was going to fall to the floor in a puddle, and he’d have no one to blame but himself.
After checking in and making our way through