Her Chocolate Fantasy (21 page)

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When I got out front to meet up with Max, I was surprised to see him standing next to his car with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a smile along those beautiful lips of his. I gave him a kiss, while he held me in his arms, and I really and honestly didn’t care who was watching us.
Let them watch
, I thought to myself.
Yeah, he’smy man.So what
?

“You didn’t have to get me flowers
, but thank you.”

“Oh
, I know.Come on, let’s head on out to the airport.” He opened the door for me, and I got inside.

When we started onto the highway
, of course we were going into traffic. In a way, I wished we would have gotten on the train, instead, because at least we would have avoided all of that. But I guess Max had his reason for driving.

“I want you to know I’ve already put you on my insurance for the car
, since I know you’ll need this one to get around in. When it’s time for you to leave, let me know, because I’ll have a guy come and get it from you, so they can have it brought to New York. I’ll just be using the taxi for a while until it comes. When I land, I’ll call you, andthen I’ll call again when I get to our apartment.”

Our apartment
he said. I really loved the sound of that.

“That sounds fine with me
.If all things go according to plan, I should be there in New York in about a month and a half. If not, then I’ll let you know, but I really think a month and a half will do.”

He nodded as he honked the horn at the idiot in front of us
, who was still sitting there even though there was no one in front of him.

Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport was ranked number one as far as the busiest airport in the world. It had
taken us about thirty minutes to get there but took us ten minutes to find a parking spot, since I had planned on walking with him inside. Once we parked, Max grabbed his bag and then my hand aswe made our way up to the Delta bag check-in counter. Thankfully, he only had one bag with him, so check in was a breeze, and we walked inside past the baggage claim. We still had sometime before he would get onto the plane.

“Would you like something to drink? I can get you something from that gift shop there
, or we can walk over to Starbucks and grab a coffee?”

“You know I don’t like coffee
, but I wouldn’t mind getting one of their teas.”

We walked to Starbucks,
then waited in line to grab a cup of coffee for him and ice tea for me.

“Here you go
.” I handed him a couple of napkins while I got myself a straw.

“Thanks
.”

He didn’t
look at me for the longest time. I knew he was trying to think about what he was going to say or do next.I have to say, that Boyz to Men hit the nail on the head when they said in that song, ‘It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday’, because this was going to be the roughest test of our lives, so far. We decided to find a spot where it was somewhat private. We sat down at a row of seats that were close to the hallway leading to security.

“Are you excited about leaving?” I asked him.

“Yes and No.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, yes, because I’ll be starting in a new place, but no, because I’ll be leaving you.”

I gave him a halfhearted smile
, as I leaned up against his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around me.

“I’ll miss you too
, you know, but we’ll be together sooner than you think.”

He kissed my temple
as I closed my eyes to relish the feeling of his lips on my skin, along with the smell of his cologne. God, I loved how he smelled and I was going to miss that when he left. He ran his fingers lightly along my neck, sending sensations through me that made me giggle.

“Stop that
, now!”

He traced a
finger along my cheek, making me sigh, and when he stopped, I looked at him. God, those eyes of his, so beautiful…I could stare at those golden orbs for hours.

“You know
, hearing your voice isn’t going to be enough. Nothing will be the same until we are together again.” He kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, and then my lips.

This was it
, I thought to myself, our last kiss until we saw each other again. I grabbed his hands, holding him them against my face as his kiss deepened. I know it must have been a sight to see, us kissing like that, but really, I didn’t care.

“I love you
, Sarah.” He nipped at my lower lip for a moment before kissing it again.

“I love you too
, Max.”

“I think I better head on to my terminal
.”

We both stood up and walk
ed over to the TSA Security. Once I saw that sign, I couldn’t go any farther.

“You have a safe flight there
.”

“I will,” Max told me
, holding my hand. “I’ll call you once I get to Kennedy.”

I nodded
, trying my best not to cry, but I could feel a tear about to produce itself in my eyes.Somehow, I held it in. I wasn’t going to let him see me cry. I didn’t want that to be the last thing he saw before he left. He kissed me once more, and we held each other in an embrace, as I took in his scent, deep and long. Something to remember him by, I thought, as he left my arms and slowly started walking down the walkway.

He looked back at me before he rounded the corner, giving me a small smile
and waving back at me. I swear, my heart felt like it had sunk when I didn’t see him anymore. It felt as if I had lost a piece of me when he left. I don’t think I actually left that spot for at least another ten minutes or so, before I headed back to the car.

This is where I finally had my cry,
and I sobbed long and hard and heart wrenching, as the tears wouldn’t stop coming. It felt as if my chest was caving in, it had started to hurt just that much. I could tell my head was going to give me problems later on, so I had to collect myself so I could get out of the parking deck and head on home. After paying and going through the maze known as Hartsfield, I soon found myself back on the highway and heading back toward home again.

Epilogue

One
year later

The air was cold when I was heading to my car from my class.

“Have a great day
, Sarah,” said Gwen, one of my classmates from school.

“Take care
, Gwen, I’ll check you tomorrow.” I waved before getting into my car. Once inside and after turning on the heat to warm myself, I headed on back to Manhattan and home.

I had been in New York for a year
, the best year of my entire life, so far. School was everything I had dreamed it would be, fun as well as fascinating, and very educational too. I had learned so much more than when I was with Charlotte and Andre, who I was in constant contact with daily, to tell them what I had learned so far in school. Of course, I also got word on my godsons, who were now trying to say words.

Well
, not actual words, you know… More like baby talk, and they would talk to me on the phone, as if they were telling me everything that was going on with their lives. Either that or they were telling on their parents…there was no telling with babies, really.

I
often talked with Darla, as well, who was now engaged to Erik, who moved into the cubicle with her after I had left. I remembered the day she called me to tell me about her getting engaged. It was funny, really, because I was in the middle of class when she called.

“Oh my God
, Sarah, you won’t believe it. I’m engaged. Erik asked me to marry him. We went out camping, since it was our anniversary, and that’s when he popped the question, when we was about to make steaks for dinner. I’m going to send you a picture of the ring.”

Which she did
, and I had to admit it was a beautiful ring, and they looked so happy together, as well. Darla went onto tell me they planned on coming to New York so we could all celebrate.

The ride into Manhattan was long and crazy because of course
, there was traffic. But like a good driver, I had learned a few shortcuts that would get me home quicker than most, over the year of me being there. Before I knew anything, I was near our street and near our apartment building. I really loved our apartment; it was big and showed a lovely view of the skyline of Manhattan, especially at night. We would often turn off all the lights except for a few candles, and just sit on the couch and watch how beautiful the lights looked across the city. It was nice to wake up in the morning and watch the sun come up along the buildings, casting a beautiful aura over the city.

When I got up to our apartment, I could immediately smell something cooking.
“Hello, I’m home!” I shouted, walking toward the aroma of garlic and tomato. “Hello, babe, what you got cooking today?”

Max
took the lid off one of the pots, and steam rolled up into the air, letting the wonderful fragrance of garlic flow into my nose.

“Oh
, that smells so good. My mouth is watering. When is dinner going to be ready?”

“Very soon
, my dear. You go and change your clothes. Say there, wait a minute, what do you have in that bag?”

“Oh
, this bag?” I had made some fudge I called ‘Mochalatta Memory Fudge’, because when you ate it, it left a lasting moment on your taste buds. “Just something I made in class.”

“What is it?”

“Fudge, Mochalatta Memory Fudge. Something I thought up and made in class. I got rave reviews from my teacher and some of my classmates.”

He came
around the island of the kitchen toward me, eyeballing the bag I had in my hand.

“I saved you a couple of slices
. Would you like a piece?”

“That’s a stupid question to ask
. Of course I want a piece.”

I opened
the bag and broke off a piece from one of the slices I had. He looked at me and smiled as he opened up that pretty mouth of his for me to feed him my chocolate. Letting out a moan of blissful joy, Max closed his eyes for a moment, before licking his lips.

“Oh my God, no wonder you got so many comments over it. I swear
, you are going to be an amazing chocolatier, once you open up shop, Sarah. Can I have another piece?”

“No
, you can’t, or you’ll spoil your dinner. We’ll have some for dessert.How about that?”

Grabbing me around the waist
, he released a primal growl from deep down within his throat, and I could tell the chocolate was doing its magic.

“Listen, why don’t I go and turn off the stove
, and maybe we can have dessert right now.” A coy smile lifted his lips, and I knew he wanted to have some fun.

“I’ll bring the chocolate
, then.” I smiled.

THE END

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