Graham burst through the door.
“What’s wrong?” he yelled.
“I... I...” I stuttered. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists. He opened the
shower curtain and looked at my leg, then to the razor, still swirling like mad over by
the drain.
“What, did you DO!” he yelled to me.
“Graham, I didn’t, I didn’t!” I cried. I was crying real tears now, I had been
caught. Graham looked at me with this look in his eyes of pure anger.
“Graham... I promise... it was an accident. I dropped it, I swear.” I said, fully
aware that I was still crying. He looked at me again, and I looked away. I
concentrated on the swirling razor, still stuck in the hurricane by the drain. I bit my
bottom lip and avoided his glance.
After almost a minute of silence, I got out, pushed Graham out of the way and
grabbed a towel and left. I went into the bedroom and dropped the towel, putting on
my bathrobe. I sat on the floor against the wall and pulled my knees up to my chest. I
heard footsteps coming into the bedroom. I closed my eyes and turned my head
towards the closet door.
“Kersey?” his voice echoed throughout the room. It was his soft, seducing
voice that made me melt. I said nothing.
“Kersey, I’m sorry.” he said, locating me and sitting on the floor next to me.
Any kind words might send me to tears again.
He wrapped his arm gently around my waist again. He pulled me close to
him and he kissed my head.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” he said. I still said nothing. He pulled up the end of my
robe and looked at my cut. I let him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, touching the cut with his fingers. I winced in pain.
“I’ll go get something for it.” he said, hoisting himself back up and going back
to the bathroom. I wiped the tears off my face and pulled the hem back down on my
robe. Graham came back with a bandaid and a cloth. I hid my face and smiled. He
was so cute.
He put the bandaid on and kissed me again.
“Still love me?” he asked.
“Maybe.” I said, unable to hide my smile anymore. He pulled me up and gave
me a hug.
We woke up at 5:00 to get on the plane to Cancun. Our bags were already
packed and Izzy was staying with my brother at his apartment. A limo picked us up
from our apartment and drove us to the airport. I couldn’t believe this was
happening.
When we finally reached the airport, it started pouring. They announced over
the speaker that all flights were canceled until further notice. Graham closed his
eyes and swore under his breath.
“It’s okay, babe. We can wait.” I said, slouching back into my chair. This was
going to be a long day. Graham put his hand on my knee and I looked outside into
the dark, raining sky. A lightning bolt flashed close by and I winced, waiting for the
loud crack. Finally it came, rattling the huge windows of the airport lobby. Graham
leaned over and kissed my cheek.
“What was that for?” I asked. He slid his arm between my back and the chair
and slid me closer to him.
“I’m sorry we’re being held back like this.” he said. He rubbed my stomach.
“It’s okay.” I said, putting my hand on his. He kissed me again and leaned in
against him. He wrapped his arms around me and I closed my eyes.
I must have fallen asleep because I woke up and it had stopped raining but
Graham still held me in his arms.
“Good morning, beautiful.” he said, kissing the top of my head.
“What? How long has it been?” I asked, sitting up.
“About an hour or two.” he said.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I cried.
“They didn’t announce--” he began. Someone came on over the loudspeaker
and announced all planes were being boarded.
“Well there we go.” he said, smiling. “Let’s fly.”
We grabbed our luggage and proceeded to the entrance of the plane. I
picked the window seat and sat down.
“Ready?” I asked, buckling my seat belt. He just looked at me with a pained
expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I hate flying.” he confessed. My mouth dropped.
“I never knew...” I said. “But it’s okay. We will make it.” I said, brushing the
hair out of his face. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight.