Delighted Lies

"I'm going to miss you," I say quietly, my eyes welling up with tears that haven't yet been released.

"Hey, Jules, don't cry now." He takes a tendril of my long, golden hair and tucks it behind my ear, saying, "It'll only be for a couple of months."

"Yes, but it's overdue by a couple of months." "I'm going to be miserable," I admit with a sigh. My father has suddenly decided—no, demanded—that I should spend the entire summer at home now that my junior year of college has ended.

Adam's lips slowly brush all over mine, and I close my eyes as I enjoy the sensation. I adore his kisses, but this one is far too brief and ineffective. I give him my best pout when he pulls away, and he offers me a knowing grin.

I say, "I love you so much, Adam," with complete devotion. My heart starts to break, and I'm already missing him.

"And you know I adore you with all of my heart." He takes a breath and gives me a penetrating glare. "We're getting married about this time next year." I grin at this lovely man from the bottom of my heart. "I'm going to make you mine for good. I've had enough of waiting."

"How about the day after I graduate from college?" says the student. I make fun of you. I've developed a bit of separation anxiety over the last year, and I'm urgently trying not to have a meltdown.

Adam wraps his hands around my waist and nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck when he draws my body closer to his. He kisses me there before moving on to my ear, knowing that my Achilles heel, my most sensitive erogenous zone, is there. It always catches me off guard, and he employs it as a covert weapon. My arms shiver and I get goose bumps.

He says, sending thrills down my spine, "I'd marry you tomorrow if I didn't believe your father would have me chained to a guillotine and dish my head on a plate for supper."

As the intercom speakers resonate throughout Logan Airport's terminal, a booming voice breaks our small interlude.

"Flight 964 to Atlanta is taking off now." I close my eyes and sigh as the speaker repeats its pronouncement. I capture him by interlocking my fingers securely behind his neck, not wanting to leave him just yet. In defeat, I sigh and lay my head on his muscular chest. He gently strokes my back, attempting to soothe my fears and ease me into our upcoming separation. I take a deep breath and memorize his aroma.

"It'll be fine; two months is nothing compared to a lifetime with you," he says softly against my ear. Then I notice Adam pulling away from me, albeit hesitantly. When he lifts my chin, I open my foggy eyes, and a single tear falls from my eyes.

"It's time for you to start going." He wiped away my tear and said huskily, "You don't want to miss your flight."

"How could that possibly be a bad thing?" I try not to sniffle, but I can't help myself.

He gives me a forced grin after releasing a rush of air from his lungs. "It won't be as horrible as you think, Jules." Your father is concerned in his own way. I'm not sure he appreciates how strenuous his demands are on you. It's probably simply his personality; as the ruler of a global empire, he's accustomed to imposing laws at every turn. He's had to work extremely hard to achieve his current level of accomplishment." He takes his hand away from my chin and wraps it around my waist, bringing me in.