“Oh no. That’s terrible. Glad you’re coming home. I can’t wait to hear all about your fucktacious adventures!”

“See you in a few hours.”

I looked over at Simon and caught him staring at me and then at my phone. “G.” I smiled.

He gave a small smile and then turned away and looked out the window. I could see the sadness that resided in his eyes and I wanted to comfort him. I slowly reached out my hand and placed it on top of his. He pulled away. Maybe he needed space. Time to let it soak in that this was it. That his grandfather would be gone forever. I didn’t say a word. When he was ready to talk, he’d let me know.

As we sat on the plane, I spent my time thinking, while Simon sat on his laptop. As hard as I tried to push my emotions to the side, I couldn’t. The last couple of days we spent together were the best days of my life and ones that wouldn’t be so easily forgotten. I looked over at him as he worked. His face was so tender and sad. I hated that he wouldn’t talk to me about what he was feeling. I didn’t care anymore; I wanted to wrap my arms around him and comfort him. I got up from my seat and walked over to the couch where he was sitting. I sat down next to him and he looked at me. Placing my hand on his cheek, I stared into his sad blue eyes. He didn’t turn away as he fixated his gaze on me. Suddenly, his mouth crashed into mine before he stood up and carried me to his bed on the plane. He needed this, his control. He couldn’t control his grandfather’s life, which was hanging by a thread, but he could control me, and in that moment, I let him. He wasted no time pulling down my pants and flipping me over to take me from behind. His carnal movements excited me physically, but emotionally, I was hurting. As he thrust hard into me one last time, he released himself inside of me, gripping my ass so tight, I was sure he left marks. When he finished, he pulled out of me and walked out of the room. I lay there as tears sprang to my eyes.