It had been a month. Thirty long days. Four entire weeks since I've seen him.
I sighed and paced the vacant airport floor, listening to the rain beat against the heavy glass window like a heartbeat. A lady at the front desk drummed her fingers while she watched me pace around the room. She gave me a swift smile when I caught her eye.
Cody was coming home today. Finally. His tour seemed to have lasted forever. I checked the clock above the window, and watched as it ticked by seconds. The seconds turned to minutes.
His plane was supposed to have landed by now. A million panic striking thoughts flew into my mind and I felt my chest tighten and my heart start to beat a little bit faster. I checked the clock again, but the thick minute hand was unforgiving. Fifteen minutes late.
Had his plane crashed? Was he dead? Would I ever see my Cody again?
"Stay calm," I murmured to myself. That's what he always told me when I started to panic. Those were the words that brought me light in the darkness, the ones he always whispered to comfort me.
I said it again. The words felt safe and brought me a little bit closer to him. I thought back to the times when I'd panic. He'd pull me close to him and hold me tight in his arms, protecting me from all the bad things in the world. He'd whisper, "Stay calm. Everything's alright. You're safe and sound, here with me. Just stay calm. Stay calm."
I smiled a little bit, enjoying the memories as they encased me. They felt warm and comforting, like one of Cody's old sweatshirts.
All of a sudden, a pair of hands covered my eyes and a soft sweet voice floated into my ears.
"Guess who?" He asked me, resting his chin on my head, still covering my eyes. Only one voice could make my heart jump like that. It was the same voice that I had longed to hear in person all month. The gentle accent I had dreamed about. The voice that could console me even at my worst moments.
"Hello Cody," I said, peeling his fingers away from my eyes, and turning around. At the sight of him, my heart flipped over. He was standing only a few inches in front of me and wearing the smile he saved just for me.
"Hi Angel," he said, grinning down at me as I stepped closer. "Did you miss me?"
"Loads," I whispered, as tears filled my eyes and blurred my vision. I willed them to go back to wherever the hell they came from. It didn't make sense for me to be crying. Why would finally seeing him bring tears to my eyes? I had shed enough tears while he was gone, and nobody was there to wipe them away.
Cody pulled me into his arms and held me close to him for a few moments. Too soon, he pulled away and held me at an arm's length. Chilly air floated in and laced itself around my body. I preferred to be warm in his arms.
"You look beautiful," he said to me. "Except…" He noticed the tears streaming down my cheeks against my will and caught one with his thumb. "Why are you crying?"
"I wish I knew," I whispered.
"You're silly," he chuckled softly.
"I missed you so much."
"Baby," he murmured, pulling me in for another hug. "That's why you're crying? I promise I'll never leave you, ever again. Just don't cry…Shh…"
He hugged me tightly, and I felt safe again.
"You can't promise that," I giggled, through my tears. "You're famous. You've got a million more tours and C.D signings, and meet and greets and-"
"None of that matters," Cody cut me off. He kissed the top of my head. "Not now anyway. All that matters right now is that you and I are together."
I smiled into his chest, then pulled away. He placed his hands on my hips, and I held onto his shoulders.
"Give me a kiss," he demanded softly.
I raised my eyebrows.
"Please?" He gave me his puppy dog eyes, the ones he knew I couldn't resist.
I leaned in, and he lowered his mouth to level with mine. He held my waist, one hand on either side. His lips collided with mine over and over again as we kissed softly. I leaned even closer to him, and he pressed my body to his. My heart fluttered happily in my chest, so close to his.
Cody started to pull away, but I recaptured his lips with mine again. I had waited a month for this, no way was I letting him decide it was over so soon. I pushed him back onto the cold airport bench, and he guided me onto his lap.
I felt him smile into my mouth as I kissed him harder. He held me close to him, almost protectively. He was usually the one to authorize the kissing, and I sometimes wondered if he knew that I enjoyed it as much as him, if not more. His lips tasted sweet, like spearmint. I laughed a little, finally happy.
Cody pulled away for a moment to murmur something.
"I love you."
He said it quietly, more like a moan.
We kissed a thousand more times, and soon I pulled away, very satisfied.
"God I missed you," he said as we caught our breath, our forehead pressed together. "I didn't realize how much until just now."
"I know right?" I said, grinning.
I saw Cody's beautiful aqua grey eyes drift vacantly up, past my brown ones and around me. They widened in shock.
"What is it?" I murmured quietly, squeezing my eyes shut. The last time I'd seen his eyes widen like that was when we were on the couch in his room, kissing, and his mum walked in.
"Um…" He said.
"Is it your mum?" I asked as quietly as possible, too scared to look.
"No," he sort of laughed. "Just everybody else."
"Hmm?" I asked, pulling back and looking around. The previously almost empty airport had filled out. Almost everyone in the building was staring at us. My cheeks flushed and I slid off his lap. He put his arm around my shoulders.
"Paparazzi?" I asked him, worried.
He scanned the room quickly from side to side.
"Nope," he announced. "Luckily." He knew how I felt about the paparazzi. "But we should probably get going before they show up."
"Right," I said, standing up and stretching lightly. Cody stood also and grabbed his suitcase.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"I dunno…Remember the last time I was at your house? And your mum walked in when we were…on the couch?"
"Yeah," Cody grinned at the memory. "That was fun."
"That was embarrassing," I corrected him.
"Well my mum won't be home for a while," said Cody. "And I bet that couch is a little lonely…"
I smiled up at him.
"We should go fix that," I said.
"Sounds like a plan, Angel."