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my things together. “Coming, coming.”
I walked to where Aaron was waiting for me, right by the door.
He lowered his voice. “You are awfully distracted today.”
A retort was ready to leave my lips, but the way he looked at me, with
that brand of deep concern that melted my heart, killed it before it could ever
come out.
“You are awfully distracting,” I said just for him.
His eyes glazed over, and I could see how he was stopping himself from
pouncing on me. But we were at our workplace, and we were always
meticulously professional. Not because we needed to, as everyone knew and
respected our relationship, but because we had made that choice.
So, I switched to a safer topic. “I’m also a little nervous.”
“I know,” he admitted as we made our way down the hallway, carrying
the packed laptop bags we had brought to the meeting. “Our luggage is
already in the car, so we’ll make it to the airport just in time to pick them up.”
We entered the empty elevator, Aaron placing himself close beside me,
our arms brushing softly.
“I checked earlier, and their flight will land as scheduled,” he said as the
metallic doors closed.
“Thanks,” I breathed out, unconsciously inching closer to him. “But I’m
still a little anxious. It’s their first time in the US, and everyone is coming.
That’s a lot of Martíns in an aircraft for everything to go smoothly. What if
the flight was too much for Abuela? What if Papá forgot the medication for
his tension? You know, I had to FaceTime him to explain to him how to set a
reminder on his phone, so he would take it, but even that way, he probably
snoozed it and forgot about that too. And I’m scared of what Mamá packed in
her suitcase. Remember I told you that one time she wanted me to bring back
a whole pata de jamón in my carry-on? That’s a leg of a pig, Aaron. What if
she is carrying some illegal produce, and customs thinks she’s smuggling
something into the—”
The elevator came to a brisk halt.
Then, Aaron’s lips were on mine, the sudden kiss rendering me
immediately speechless. Disarmed. Weightless. I melted into him, my legs
turning to butter. I couldn’t help it. Aaron would always have that effect on
me; I knew it.
“Baby,” he breathed into my mouth. “Stop overthinking.” He took my
lips in his again, his arms coming around me. His body gently pushing my