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A stream of loud voices rang out from behind him, drawing his attention away from his drink that no amount of sugar or cream could save.
“Dyllan! You’re here!” Lila rang out as she plopped down in the seat beside him.
“I said I would be,” he ground out before downing the last of his horrid drink. “Why do you all assume I’m not going to show up places?”
“Because you lost a friend, Dyllan,” concern laced her words.
“That doesn’t mean I won’t keep my promises. He’s also not the first, and he won’t be the last, Lila.” His voice raised louder, making Lila wince at his harsh words, but they were true. He’d kept his time overseas away from his friends, and he intended to keep it that way. They didn’t need to know, and he didn’t need to relive it.
He knew he was being an asshole, but he couldn’t help it. They didn’t understand, and he hoped to God they never did.
“Look, I’m sorry, but it’s true. I promise I’ll try my best not to bring down the weekend.” He glanced over again and watched the blonde bombshell that always seemed to grab his attention as she spoke animatedly. Her bright pink bag hung off her elbow, swaying against her faded denim jeans as she moved. He trailed his gaze up from her black t-shirt to the necklace she toyed with in her free hand, watching as she twirled the charm around her finger. Her smile froze as she held his gaze, not missing his appraisal of her body.
“So—what’s up with you and Skylar?” Lila’s voice snapped him out of his trance, reminding him she was sitting next to him.
“What? Nothing.” He cleared his throat as he readjusted in his seat, moving his attention to anywhere but the blonde that wouldn’t get out of his head.
“Uh-huh. I don’t believe you.”
“Look, nothing’s happening. She’s here for the wedding, and then she’s going to go back to her oceanfront high-rise, or wherever the fuck she calls home, and none of this will matter anyway.” He retorted as if the idea of her going back to the city didn’t bother him.
“Mmmkay. I’ll save that one for another day.” Lila stood up, looming her small frame over Dyllan’s sitting one. “I’m on to you, though.” She pointed her two fingers from her own eyes to his in an ‘I’m watching you’ motion.
What is Lila even thinking? Like I’d be interested in someone like Skylar.
But wasn’t he? His body sure was conflicted as to how he felt about her.
“Flight WC895 to Las Vegas is now boarding.” Dyllan didn’t wait for any more of the announcement before hopping up and moving straight to the gate. He couldn’t deal with any more of Lila’s assumptions or Skylar’s heated glares. No, he just wanted to get on that plane, plug in his headphones and pretend he was anywhere else. If it weren’t for the Hidden Valley BMX ride he’d booked and looked forward to once he found out about the trip, he wouldn’t be sitting where he was. Seeing Skylar had only added to the frustration of the weekend.
Acting like she could just waltz in and belong in Logan Creek with her fancy clothes and name-brand purses.
Flashing his ticket and passport to the agent, he gave her a quick nod before walking down the jet bridge, not looking back to see if the rest of his group was behind him. Finding his aisle, he stowed his carry-on in the overhead compartment before slumping into his seat, plugging in his headphones and closing his eyes. He let Mitchell Tenpenny’s smooth voice fill his head; he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself and prepare for the days ahead.
Slowly letting his heart rate come down, he used a technique he’d learned in his time in the military. Counting his breath in, holding and letting it out slowly. Focusing on the expanding and retracting of his chest, letting his body relax into the seat under him.
It wasn’t long before his body coursed with adrenaline, the overwhelming sense that someone was watching him and there was danger nearby. Snapping his eyes open, he was met with a strip of luscious skin in his face, framed between jeans and a familiar black t-shirt that made his cock stir. It brought his attention to just how little room he had in the airplane seat. ‘Anything She Says’ played in his ears as two fists dropped to the waist that was at his eye level.
Taking out his headphones, he met the steely blue eyes that were narrowing down at him.
“You’re in my seat,” Skylar said.
“I like the aisle,” Dyllan grumbled.
“So, you think that just gives you the right to take it?” She asked as she glared down at him.
“And you need the extra leg room, shorty?” His gaze trailed up and down her body before landing on her reddening face, his eyebrow raised as he waited for her response.
He didn’t want to admit to himself how much he loved the hint of pink that tinted her cheeks or how her fists ground deeper into her sides the longer she stood there. He was being an ass, he knew it, and their verbal back-and-forth was now causing a backup of people trying to get into their seats. Travis raised his eyebrow and mouthed, “What the fuck?” a few people behind Skylar.
He rolled his eyes and stood enough for her to slide past him to the window seat.
With a huff, she pressed her body up against his and moved in the small space between seats. Her breath hitched, and she looked straight into his eyes as soon as she brushed up against his hard length, a by-product that was becoming more common the longer he exchanged words with her.
He didn’t blink or look away as she held her body against his, frozen against him. He issued the challenge, daring her to comment on his reaction to her. Instead, she hustled past and threw herself into her seat, fumbling with the seatbelt and staring out the window, watching as the workers threw the luggage into the belly of the plane.
“Hey,” Travis leaned across the aisle and smacked him on the arm. “What the hell, man? Why are you being such a dick to Skylar? Lila and Kade are pissed.”
“It’s nothing,” Dyllan buckled his seatbelt, not meeting his friend’s eyes. He knew he was being a dick, but he couldn’t help it.
