Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
I’m not claustrophobic or afraid of flying. It’s not that.
It’s this girl beside me. I want to get another long look at her beautiful face, but I can’t. My eyes are forced forward, staring at the TV on the seat in front of me, the safety instructions playing as the airplane taxis toward the runway.
I’d give a million dollars to freeze time right now so I could turn in this seat and stare at her all I want. I only got a glimpse of her honey brown eyes and amber hair, but it was enough to stun me. To shake me to my core.
I’m gripping the armrests, heart hammering in my chest as I glance down at her legs, wondering what they look like when they’re not covered with those black yoga pants. It hits me that this beautiful girl will be showing them off on the beach and a possessive side I didn’t know I had roars in outrage. It wants to steal her away and keep her to myself. I don’t want anyone’s eyes on her but mine.
I thought this whole day was cursed. My private jet had mechanical problems, so I had to buy a last minute ticket on a commercial flight. All they had left was this seat on SkyExpress, the worst airline on the planet, but I took it so I could make my reservation at The Aurelia. I had to frantically sprint through the airport like the mom on Home Alone and just barely made it before the doors closed.
I was thinking about abandoning the whole trip, but now I know it wasn’t bad luck. It was something else entirely. It was the universe guiding me toward this moment. Toward this girl. This is fate. One look and I’m already obsessed. I know she’s mine. Nothing else can explain these primal feelings of possession pounding through my body. I must have her.
“Champagne for the takeoff?” the flight attendant asks as she offers us each a champagne flute.
“I’d love one,” the angel beside me says as she takes a glass. She has the most beautiful hands. I get thrown off for a second as I admire them.
“And for you, sir?”
“Yes, please,” I say, taking a glass as well.
“You are the most beautiful couple I’ve seen in a long time,” she says as she leans over and fills our flutes. “Are you on your honeymoon?”
I turn to my dream girl and smile when I see her blushing cheeks.
“No,” she says shyly. “We, uh… don’t know each other.”
Yet.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says as she finishes pouring. “It’s a long flight. You never know what can happen.”
She raises her eyebrows and grins before moving onto the passengers behind us.
My nerves feel like they’re all firing at once as the plane slows to a stop on the taxiway.
“Cheers,” I say, smiling as I raise my glass and turn to my future wife.
Those honey brown eyes seize my soul as we make eye contact. This girl is stunning up close. She’s perfect.
“Cheers,” she says, clinking my glass with hers.
We each take a sip and she suddenly turns her head away, her nose scrunching up.
“Are you—”
I’m about to ask her if she’s okay, but she sneezes three times like rapid fire—cute sneezes that make me fall even deeper. They make my obsession grow.
“Bless you,” I say as I watch her with a grin.
She sniffs as she looks at me all shyly, her cheeks getting a little redder. “It’s the bubbles in the champagne. They always make me sneeze.”
She’s so adorable. I’m already in love.
“Would you like me to get you something else?”
“No, no,” she says, looking into her glass. “It doesn’t happen if I pinch my nose shut.”
“So, why don’t you?”
She sighs as she pinches her nose. “Because it looks like this,” she says, sounding like Kermit the Frog. “Not very classy, is it?”
“I won’t judge,” I say with a chuckle.
She turns toward the window and finishes the rest of the champagne, squeezing her nose so she doesn’t sneeze again.
“Are you traveling alone?” I ask, wanting to keep the conversation going. I only have a few hours to make this woman understand that she belongs with me. I can’t waste a second of it.
If I had my way, I’d make this plane crash-land in the Caribbean. We’d swim onto a deserted island and live there for the rest of our days, just the two of us.
“Actually, my family is back there,” she says with a sigh as she points to the curtain separating us from the masses in the back of the plane. “My cousin Leah is getting married.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, wondering how I can score an invite to the wedding.
“It’s a bit of a disaster already,” she says. “The groom is hammered, the bride is crying, and the resort looks like it’s going to be hell.”