““We rode to the airport hand in hand, and I giggled as I watched Travis stare at his wedding band without apology. His eyes held the peaceful expression I was becoming accustomed to. “When we get back to the apartment, I think it will finally hit me, and I’ll quit acting like such a jackass.” “Promise?” I smiled. He kissed my hand and then cradled it in his lap between his palms. “No.” I laughed, resting my head on his shoulder.””
