security, which took two hundred years, we sat in the fancy airport lounge, eating mini sandwiches and drinking at the bar. First-class perks were insane and unnecessary, but I was enjoying myself anyway.
“We should head out soon,” Mac said as he finished off his sandwich and reached for a cookie I hadn’t seen him grab earlier.
I eyed the delectable-looking treat and watched as Mac took a giant bite before covering his mouth with a napkin and wiping his face.
“Did you just spit it out?”
“It’s hard. And dry. And”—his face twisted with his disgust—“it’s gross.”
I smiled smugly, feeling proud of myself for no reason whatsoever, except the fact that my boyfriend thought my cookies were better than the super-fancy ones at the airport lounge.
He slid the remainder of the cookie toward me. “Try it.”
“Why? You just said it’s gross.”
“Just do it,” he insisted.
I broke off a small piece, which crumbled against my fingers, and tossed it in my mouth.
“It’s either a day old or they baked it too long,” I said with a shrug.
“But it’s not good.”
“It’s not good,” I agreed.
“Yours are so much better. These people don’t even know what they’re missing out on,” he said as he hopped out of the chair and extended his hand to help me out of mine.
Mac must have kept us in that private lounge until the last minute because the instant we walked up to our gate, they started boarding first-class passengers. Nerves and excitement raced through me as I texted Danika one last time, letting her know we were getting on the plane. The flight attendant greeted us with a smile as she welcomed us aboard. I must have looked like such a newbie, my eyes wide and my mouth dropping open when I saw the size of the seats.
“This is crazy,” I whispered toward Mac, who was smiling as he followed behind me, his hand on my hip.
He’d probably flown first-class a hundred times, but I’d only walked past it and not really paid attention because I wasn’t sitting there.
I moved into the seat closest to the window and moaned as soon as I sat. I swore it hugged me, the cushion all plush and soft. There was a blanket waiting for me to unwrap and just … so. Much. Leg. Room. The seat in front of me was nowhere near the rest of my body, and I knew that even if they reclined all the way, they still wouldn’t hit my knees. This was a far cry from the seats in coach.
“I could really get used to this,” I said as Mac buckled his seat belt.
The smiley flight attendant appeared in our row. “Can I get you two something to drink before takeoff?” she asked.
I looked at Mac, a little unsure, and he ordered for us.
“We’ll just take two champagnes,” he said, and she disappeared.
“I can’t with this,” I said, and Mac reached out, taking my hand in his and squeezing. “I mean, I knew it was fancy up here but champagne?”
“Wait until you see the food,” he said, and I grabbed my stomach.
I was still full from all the mini sandwiches I’d inhaled earlier.
“Why’d you let me eat so much?” I whined. “I’m little. I don’t have that much room in me.”
“I just want you to enjoy yourself.” He smiled so sweetly, and I wanted to launch myself into his arms and hug him.
I loved this side of him, all caring and considerate, wanting me to be happy.
“What’s that face for?” he asked, his eyes pulling together.
“I was just thinking about how lucky I am.”
“You and me both,” he said right as the flight attendant returned, carrying a tray of champagne and other drinks.
She handed us each a flute before disappearing again.
Mac and I clinked our glasses together and said, “Cheers,” at the same time before taking a sip.
I guessed it was good, but I knew nothing about champagne. Mac downed his in one gulp, and I stared at him with wide eyes. I wasn’t even sure I could finish mine, let alone down it the way he had.
The flight was uneventful unless you counted the sheer amount of food and snacks they plied us with throughout. Even though I was stuffed, I still took what they offered anyway, storing the bags of chips and individually wrapped cookies in my purse for later. Mac just smiled at me, seemingly enjoying my level of crazy.
When the plane landed, I shot up in my seat, dying to get off and see