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Chapter One “Mom please,” I found myself in a position I had never expected myself to be, not in a million years. But here I stood, pleading on my mother’s last nerve. Begging her to allow me to spend my last summer before high school with my dad in Florida - a place I had once called home 13 years ago, a place that I hadn’t returned to since I left. My mother left my father when I was only 4 years old, she never turned back - that wasn’t like her. She scooped me up one day and we moved across the country to New York. Mom’s business took off and my relationship with my father dwindled down to monthly phone calls and him visiting 1 or 2 weekends throughout the year. The rest was history, and until his most recent visit I had never expect more out of our relationship. This time, when dad came for his annual visit he had a plan, flights booked, and a request for me to spend the summer with him. “Malia has never, not once, come to visit me since the split. I have never asked for anything, I have never missed a child support payment, my home is her home too and she needs to know that” my fathers stern words echoed in my ear. This is what he had said to my mom when he proposed the idea, and I could practically see the steam billowing from her ears as she screamed “absolutely not”. I had never questioned why my mother was so against me visiting my dad, but I assumed it was something to do with his new wife and family, and overall the disgust she held towards him. How they were ever a couple at one point shocked me. They were polar opposites, and I’d never heard them say a single nice thing about each other. “Malia like I told your father, your life is here. There is nothing there for you, it’s in the past and you are beyond that place now.” I rolled my eyes. My life was here - yeah right. My mother had kept me on a very short leash here and for the most that had worked out in my life. I was a straight A student, captain of the girls field hockey team, and had already received early acceptances to all the colleges my mother picked out for me. Up until recently, I was also dating one of the most popular guys at my school. That was until I caught him making out with one of my friends at a party. The remainder of my friends were celebrating their final summer before college by traveling and my mother had already refused to letting me go to that so instead my plans this summer consisted of me spending time alone in the city, preparing for college. “Mom you’re not even going to be here, why does it even matter if I stay in New York!” I raised my voice, I could feel myself getting angrier at her by the second. I didn’t understand why I was getting so worked up about this, I had never even wanted to visit my dad before, but something inside me was telling me I had to go. And his invitation was my ticket away from this life that I was growing to hate, maybe it was the perfect break before returning to my boring life in college. “Because this is your home, and I said no!” I clenched my fists into balls. My mother continued to wash the dishes, telling me this conversation was over, but I was far from done. “Mom-“ “ENOUGH” her voice bellowed through the room and cut me off. I nearly jumped back in shock, I had never heard her raise her voice in that was before. I felt the tears prick at the corners of my eyes and quickly turned and ran upstairs and towards my bed. I refused to let her see me cry, I refused to give her the chance to call me weak. I closed my bedroom door then curled up under the comforter, grabbing my phone to text my dad. Mom’s pretty set on this no. I’m so sorry dad, I really did want to come I clicked send and then turned on a movie, settling on Coco. Pixar movies always had a special place in my heart, they could pull me out of any sadness. In fact, since breaking up with Braydon, Pixar movies had basically been on that played on my TV. I left the tickets on your nightstand, in case she happens to change her mind. Its really important to me that you come if you can convince her. My dad replied, and I felt a pit in my stomach grow. My dad was right, her had never asked anything of my mom or I. This was his first request, and I truly did want to visit him. He was right, there was my home too at one point, even if I didn’t remember much of it. I deserved to know it. It was in this moment that I made the most impulsive and reckless decision of my life. Tomorrow morning my mother would leave for her business conference in Europe. And only an hour after she was gone, I would take an Uber to the airport and fly to Florida to spend the summer with my dad. Then I would return the last week of August, before mom returned from her conference and she would never know. And while this would turn out to be the best and worst decision I’d ever make, we aren’t there yet. Chapter Two “Honey I’m sorry about our argument last night, but truly I can’t understand why you would want to visit your father. That town is a truly awful place, you’re much safer here. Plus all your friends are here, and Brayden. Your future is here.” My mother droned on as she packed the last of her belongings into her bag before leaving for her conference. I nodded my head, I knew arguing with her was useless, she would never listen. This was something I had learned long ago. I hadn’t even bothered to tell her about the break up with Brayden, never mind the cheating scandal. She saw stars in his eyes, he would always be the perfect boyfriend for me - at least in her opinion and I knew better than to argue. “I love you, be safe. I’ll call you as soon as I land.” She kissed the top of my forehead and was out the door before I could so much as mutter I love you back. She never was the type for emotional goodbyes. My mind flashed back to the day she left my father. I remember her coming home from work, storming into the kitchen and screaming at my father. It was the only time in my life I’d ever heard her yell that way, that was up until she yelled at me yesterday. I remember my four year old self sitting on top of the stairs, my head between my knees, my hands over my ears. They didn’t know I was there, but I had been waiting for someone to come tuck me into bed. It was the next morning that suddenly my mom was rushing me out of bed early in the morning, a single suitcase in her hand. “Come Malia, we’re leaving’, she had whispered in my ear. I remember looking back towards the house as she rushed me out to the car, “Don’t worry, we have all that we need”, she assured me and I had believed her. Dad wasn’t in the picture for a few years after that, but I remember all those nights I heard mom crying and yelling on the phone in her room. She tried to hide it from me, but I couldn’t help but eves drop. I knew she was hurting, but I never understood why. Then one day it was like she just stopped hurting, and suddenly dad was calling me every month and visiting occasionally and that became my new normal. As soon as mom was out of the driveway I felt a sly smile cross my face. Was I really doing this? I rushed up to my room and pulled my suitcase out from under my bed. I had never broken any of my mother’s rules, never gone against anything she had asked of me, and honestly - it felt thrilling. The adrenaline rushed through my body as I quickly threw the rest of my clothes into the suitcase and zipped it up. I grabbed the plane ticket off the nightstand table and raced outside. This is right, you’re going home. I heard a voice whisper in my head and nothing had ever felt more true. … Several Hours Later … As soon as my flight landed I headed straight towards the bar in the airport. I needed to sit down, I could feel my stomach twisting and turning from the flight. “I’ll have a peach Bellini” I said to the bartender as I sat down and tried to hide the shock on my face when he just nodded his head and proceeded to make the drink. I couldn’t believe he’d actually believed I was legal drinking age, but I wasn’t going to argue it. I began to sip the drink, hoping the alcohol would calm my nerves. Getting off the plane I felt my stomach settle. I had never been good on flights. I remember when my mom and I first left Florida I threw up in my mother’s purse, a memory she would never let me live down. When my stomach finally felt calm, I stood from the bar stool and began heading towards the exit. I had to collect my luggage and make my way to my dads house. No matter how nervous I am, I can’t spend the whole summer sitting in the airport. I felt a hard body suddenly slam into mine and I stumbled backwards losing my balance. “, I’m so sorry” A deep voice groaned as his arm wrapped around my waist and stabilized me before I fell on my . At his touch I felt sparks shoot through my spine and I gasped looking up to meet his darkening blue eyes. His eyes went wide as they met mine. We stayed frozen for a moment then I quickly snapped away from his gaze and stepped back out of his hold on my waist. He dropped his arms and shook his head. I watched as his dark brown hair hung across his eyes. He raised his hand to push it away from his face and I couldn’t help but admire his body as he moved. My eyes lingered down his body, trailing over his jeans that fit him just right and imagining the chiseled chest I was sure I’d find below his hoodie. “Enjoying the view?” I felt my eyes go wide as I jumped back up to his face. Oh god, he knows I was totally just ogling over him. My cheeks felt as if they were on fire but I couldn’t take my eyes off of his. I watched as they seemed to lighten to a deep blue as he laughed and I couldn’t help but feel tingles rush through my body. “Do you speak?” He took a step closer to me chuckling. His voice brought my back to reality. “I-I’m so sorry” I stuttered and he smiled. I suddenly felt the butterflies from the plane returning to the stomach. “No problem gorgeous, completely my fault” My jaw just about dropped on the floor. Did he just call me gorgeous? No I must’ve heard wrong. There’s no way this greek-god looking guy could be flirting with me. I shook my head and brought my palm up in front of my eyes. This situation could not be more humiliating. Only I was wrong, because suddenly the butterflies in my stomach went wild and before I knew what was happening I was bent over and staring at the remnants of my breakfast on his shoes. Now, this could not be more humiliating. I quickly jumped up and backed away. “I’m so sorry!” My hand shot up to cover my mouth but I was shocked to see a sparkle in his eyes as he burst out laughing. He threw his head back and held his hand over his stomach as he tried to contain his laughter. What the h*ll could he possibly think is funny about this? “It’s fine” he said between breaths as his laughter began to calm down. But I couldn’t escape my own horror, this couldn’t be happening. “Seriously, relax. They’re just shoes. Are you okay?” He reached out again and cupped my cheek with his hand but I couldn’t meet his eyes. Why is he being so nice to me? I groaned and let my long blonde hair fall in front of my face. Maybe mom was right, maybe I should’ve just stayed in New York. None of this would’ve happened if I had just stayed put. “Come on, let’s get you some water. And maybe a tooth brush” I looked up and felt my cheeks blush red again as he winked at me. My hand tingled as he wrapped it in his and pulled my back towards the spot at the bar I had only just left. Realization rushed through my as I noticed the bar tender eyeing us. He had just watched that whole thing, and suddenly I was grateful that the rest of the bar was empty. “Sit here” he instructed and I quickly obliged, resting my elbows on the table and letting my head fall into my hands, wishing for this moment to be over. “Here,” he suddenly was at my side again, setting a glass of water in front of me as well as a tooth brush and a small container of tooth paste. My cheeks burned, he really wasn’t kidding. “Thank you,” my voice was quiet but he just nodded in reply, sitting in the stool beside mine. I grabbed the tooth brush and quickly scurried towards the bathroom. After brushed my teeth twice over, I splashed water on my face hoping to rub the redness out of my cheeks. I pushed my hair back from my face, watching as it loosely fell down my shoulders and back. Come on Malia, compose yourself. You are a strong independent woman. Go thank that man for his kindness, get your bag and get the h*ll out of here before you humiliate yourself more. I could practically hear my mother’s voice in my ear as I gave myself a pep talk. Then I pulled my hair to the side and headed out of the bathroom and back towards where he sat. “Listen, thank you for being so nice but I really have to get going.” I said as I approached him. He looked up from the drink he was now sipping. “You’re leaving?” A look that seemed like panic crossed his face and I couldn’t help but take another step closer to him. “Well yeah I mean this is an airport, I have to go get my bag,” I explained and I swear I saw him breath a sigh of relief. “Where are you staying?” He suddenly questioned, taking another drink from his glass. Why did he want to know that? It really wasn’t any of his business, he’s a stranger. “Um with my dad?” I shuffled nervously on my feet. I had to get out of here.“Um thanks again,” I stepped away from him and was grateful when he didn’t follow. But my heart continued to race, he was intense. Chapter Three I groaned and crossed my arms across my chest as I stared at the empty conveyor belt. Where is my luggage? My flight landed nearly 30 minutes ago and there’s still nothing here. I looked around and noticed that there was no one else around waiting. Had someone taken my luggage? “No luck?” My heart dropped in my chest as I heard that same deep voice behind me and those same tingles ran through my body. What is he doing here? I internally groaned again then turned to face him and was surprised to find him standing so close behind me. “I promise I’m not stalking you, I also have luggage to pick up you know. This is an airport after all” he winked at me and I felt my whole body swoon. He was too hot for his own good. “I think my luggage is lost,” I managed out. “Oh really? I think mine is too. Been waiting a while.” He shrugged his shoulders and suddenly I realized something. “Did you do this?” I accused and he burst out laughing again. “What? Are you kidding? This is an airport, what am I gonna do? Tell them to hide our luggage so I can spend time with you? That’s just crazy talk” he continued to laugh and I immediately felt embarrassed again. That was a far-fetched conclusion, it’s not like he had any control over the airport staff. “Look I think we got off on the wrong foot. My name’s Tyrese, Ty” He extended his hand out to me and I gingerly took it, feeling those same fireworks once again. “Malia” I blushed as he smiled at me. “Gorgeous,” he whispered again and I brushed my hair behind my ear. “Luggage will probably be a bit, get a drink with me?” He asked, giving me this look that made his eyes sparkle. I knew I shouldn’t go with him, but there was something about him I just couldn’t say no to. And after all, I had come here to let loose a little. So instead of saying no as I normally would have, I nodded my head and let him take my hand, leading me back towards the bar again. As we approached the entrance I felt some doubt creep into my mind. “Actually,” I began and he immediately stopped walking, turning to face me. “I’m not old enough to drink.” I looked up at him realizing now as I stood at his side how much taller than me he was. He had to be at least 6’3” towering over my 5’5”. He stepped closer to me, his chest pressed against mine. He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “Can I tell you a secret” his breath washed over my face and I couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled, like fresh rain in the forest. “Neither am I” He backed away and winked at me, leading us forward into the bar. I couldn’t help but smile as he sat us down in a booth in the corner of the room, with a dim light hanging over top of us. He went to the bar to get us drinks then came and sat so close beside me that I could feel his thigh pressed against mine which sent tingles through my body. “So how old are you?” He turned to ask me, reaching his arm up and resting it on the back of the booth behind my head. “17, I’ll be 18 in a few weeks. You?” I took a sip of my drink. Please don’t be too old for me. I couldn’t help but think to myself. “19, turning 20 in August” he smirked. “So what brings you to town?” “Um I actually used to live here.” He raised his eyebrows surprised. “My parents split up when I was 4, my mom moved us to New York, she hates it here. I had to lie to her to even come this summer. Actually this is my first time visiting since” I trailed off, suddenly realized how much I had just overshared with a stranger. Ty’s arm came to rest across my shoulders and I felt him pull me even closer into his side. I looked up into his eyes to find they were a dark blue again. It amazed me how his eyes seemed to change with the different lighting. My eyes trailed down to his lips then jumped back up to his eyes as I started to wonder what it would feel like to kiss him. We just met, Malia what is wrong with you? I couldn’t believe how my body was reacting to his presence. “I’m sorry, that must’ve been really hard for you” He whispered but I didn’t care to wonder what he was referring to as I suddenly mustered up the confidence and moved myself closer. I closed my eyes and brought my lips to his, kissing him gently. I noticed as he tensed up and quickly pulled myself back. What was I doing? But before I could react any further his body was suddenly pushed me against the booth behind me, his arm around my waist, and his lips came crashing down onto mine. HIs tongue trailed across my bottom lip asking for entrance which I was quick to grant. My hands caressed the back of his neck and knotted in his hair as his lips devoured mine. He pulled back all too soon and we were both breathing heavy. “Maybe we should go somewhere more private?” His voice was husky. No! My mind was screaming but my body took over as I whispered “Yes”. Suddenly her was pulling me out of the booth and towards the bathroom at the back of the bar. He shut the door behind us, locking it, and lifted me up with such ease onto the counter that I marvelled at his strength. I squeezed his biceps and giggled as he pushed himself between my legs, grasping my *ss to pull me impossibly closer. Then his lips were on mine again, his tongue exploring my mouth. I moaned into him, feeling my body heat up with need. I wrapped my arms around his back and found myself clawing at the sweater, desperate to know what’s under it. In one swift motion Ty pulled away from me and lifted the sweater over his head revealing a solid chest with 8 pack abs. I trailed my hands down his chest exploring his muscles as his lips met mine once more. His hands moved up my thighs, lifting my dress up as his hands found my bra. I moaned into his mouth as my bra clasp released and his hands slips underneath. I arched my back towards him as his lips blazed a trail down my neck. God he’s a good kisser. I lifted my arms into the air, surprised at my own confidence as I allowed him to lift my dress over my head and slid my bra off my shoulders. I sat in front of him, perched on the edge of the counter in only my panties. I suddenly felt a little shy, and moved to cross my arms across my chest but he was quick to pull them back and set my hands against his chest. “Baby you’re so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear and I felt my blush creep to my cheeks. “We can stop, if you want. There’s no rush” but he continued to leave a trail of small kisses down my neck and across my shoulder. I couldn’t help but moan. “I-I’ve never-“I stutter but his lips gently pressed against mine and cut me off. “We don’t have to” I felt my nerves calm a little at his smooth voice. I traced the muscles in his back with my finger tips. “We just met, I hardly know you” I whispered. “But you’ll get to know me, I promise” He gave me a smirk and I admired his confidence. But after leaving his airport, chances are I would never see him again. I tried to shuffle back slightly and was relieved when he lifted me a little more onto the counter top. I leaned back a little to take him in, enjoying the view of his chiseled chest. I admired the band tattoo then wrapped his bicep and ran my fingers across the tattoo on his chest, a moon with a trees and a wolf in the centre. “What does this mean?” I asked leaving my hand at the edge of his tattoo and looking up to meet his eyes. He looked at me curiously and didn’t speak for a minute as if he was trying to figure something out. “Uh it’s kind of a family thing,” he finally said, which really didn’t clarify anything but I let it go. “It’s pretty cool,” he smiled back at me and kissed me again. I pulled him in closer once more and wrapped my body around yours. “Stop me if it’s too much, okay?” He pulled back for a moment and I pondered what he meant, but then suddenly I was leaning back against the mirror and his lips were blazing a trail down my body. His fingers hooked onto my panties and pulled them down. I gasped as I suddenly felt his tongue flicking against my core. He began to lick and suck with such urgency I was moaning desperately, feeling my insides begin to quiver. “Ty!” I cried out as his finger slipped inside of me and he began pumping in and out, continuing to suck on my cl*t. I gripped my fingers into his hair pulling him into me and I heard him chuckle. “Scream for me baby,” his voice was hoarse. I called out his name again as I felt the pleasure build inside me and I finished against his tongue. He pulled back from me and I felt my body slowly returning to earth as I sat up again. I rest my head against his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. I couldn’t believe how warm his skin felt. Suddenly his phone began to ring and it broke out silence. “What?” His voice was suddenly serious and I felt a chill run through my body. I ran my hands down his sides, holding my head against his chest. Could I meet his eyes after what just happened between us? I had never been so intimate with someone before, never mind someone I just met. I knew hardly anything about Ty, and here I was naked in front of him in the airport bathroom. At least you’ll ever have to see him again. I thought to myself, but honestly wasn’t sure that’s what I wanted as I remember how he had just rocked my world. Ty groaned “I’ll be right there.” Then slid his phone into his back pocket. His hands were on my cheeks again as he lifted my face to meet his, “I’m so sorry I have to go, I’m late for something”. He pressed his lips against my briefly then backed away. He handed me my dress and bra which I quickly slipped on. I turned to the mirror to brush out my hair with my fingers but was distracted watching the muscles in his back move as he pulled his hoodie over his head. He turned to see my staring in the mirror and winked at me. I blushed and hung my head. I turned as I heard him unlock the door and open it. He grabbed my hand, and we began to walk back towards the luggage carousal together. “Do you have a ride?” He turned to ask me as I looked at our luggage that had now suddenly appeared on a trolley. “Yes” I lied, I had planned on calling an Uber. But I didn’t want him to feel like he needed to give me a ride home, he seemed like her was in a hurry. “Give me your phone” He demanded and held out his hand. I felt like I should say no, but couldn’t resist as I looked into his eyes again. Dammit how does he do that! I slipped my phone out of my pocket and placed in his hand, then watched as he typed something in. I laughed as he turned the phone back to me and I read Ty as a contact with a whole bunch of fire emojis. He knew how hot he was. I rolled my eyes at him and put the phone back in my bag. “Get home safe” he said, pressing his lips against my forehead once more. He lingered for a moment then stepped back as if it were hard for him to do. And I had to admit, the second his touch was gone I felt disappointed. “It was so nice to meet you Malia,” he nodded towards me then turned and was gone. And I couldn't help but think, my name sounded so good rolling off his tongue.