Falling Down(4)

"Nice to meet you too." I thrust the pen and autograph toward Sera who takes them.
"Let's walk and talk. I think my flight might be ready."
"No private plane today?" Ha! Look at me talking normal.
"Nah. Not for just me and the big guys," he says pointing to his body guards. "When the band travels then we take the jet."
I nod. God. To have a private jet. Better yet, to be on their private jet when they're all on board. Heaven.
"So you're a fan."
"Mhmm." We're walking super close, so close our arms are touching as we walk. When our hands brush against one another, he winks at me. Winks! He's seriously tall. I mean, I know from his bio and from going to the concerts he's six-three but compared to my five-three, he's a giant. His shoulders are broad and I swear I can see his muscles ripple in his stomach as he walks. Another place I'd like to lick. Is it hot in here?
I look at Sera out of the corner of my eye. She's grinning and she fans herself. Definitely hot in here. Like the body guards trailing behind us aren't going to tell him she did that? I just bite my bottom lip then grin wide.
"Where are you headed?" he asks.
"L.A."
"I'm headed back there myself."
"Oh, were you at the Comic Con?"
Jesse's involved with a company that makes comics, ones based on rockers, of course. He heads to as many Comic Con's as he can--I know this because I stal-, uh, follow him online. I would never stalk him. Okay, I do follow him closely sometimes. I sigh. Alright, alright, I follow him closely all the time. I've even got a Google alert. That doesn't make me a stalker. It just makes me a die-hard fan. That's all. I'm sticking with that so shush.
"Good guess. I was. There was a great turn out. It's part of what I love about the Midwest. People have passion and they're not afraid to go the extra mile to show their dedication."
"Hmmm," was all I could manage.
"Excuse me while I check in." He squeezes my shoulder gently, then walks up to the counter, the same counter we checked in at, and the airline chick all but puddles at his feet. Who can blame her? With his wavy, dark hair that touches his collar and those whiskey-colored eyes that had me captivated. Jesse Kingston is a walking, talking bundle of testosterone. A woman's equivalent to a man's walking wet dream.
"Do you think he's on our flight?" I whisper to Sera.
"It looks like it. Holy shit! Jesse Kingston!"
"I think I just fangirled all over the place."
Sera laughs.
"I can't believe this is happening. This has got to be a dream."
Sera pinches me--hard.
"Ow! What the f*ck?"
"Not a dream. Just proving it to you."
"You're so violent."
She shrugs and snaps more photos of Jesse. I didn't notice before, but I think she's been snapping away since she first saw him. I need her to send me those photos. Every single one. I don't care if it's of the back of his head.
Oh, here he comes. His gaze zeroes in on mine and I can't help the smile that pulls across my face. Oh, he is seriously beautiful.
"Looks like the flight will be ready in a few minutes," he says as he stands in front of me.
"Can I get a picture with you?"
He smiles. "Of course."
I hand Sera my phone as Jesse leads me over to a less crowded area. He puts his arm around me and, oh my God, does he smell good. Like the ocean and sandalwood and yum. He pulls me closer to him and I wrap my arm around his waist. Oh my, even his side is hard and muscular. Damn. I rests my head against his chest. I'm sure I've got some goofy smile on my face but I honestly don't care.
"All done?" he asks Sera.