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She surprised me by lasting as long as she did. I’ve flown with George on numerous occasions for work, so I’m well aware of how quickly and efficiently Dramamine cuts motion sickness but puts you to sleep. It’s why I thought closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing would help ease her into the medication’s side effects.
Yet, before I could explain that my eyes had homed in on the drop of water clinging to the corner of her mouth and I had to make use of my seat’s tray table to obscure my inappropriate reaction.
Thankfully, George is still asleep and Chase, in a rare apologetic action for the TSA dildo debacle, insisted on giving me the lone, first class seat, so neither can witness my latest distress.
Alice shifts in her sleep, her dark hair tumbling from her shoulder to mine. It smells of vanilla, with a faint hint of cinnamon. Vanilla is a fragrance I’d always considered common and unimaginative. Inhaling more deeply, I wonder why, when on Alice, the aroma makes me salivate for cookies.
I don’t even like cookies.
Earlier, after one too many slow blinks, I told Alice to send me the information she had and that we’d discuss her idea later, thinking she’d fall right asleep. Instead, she’d frowned at me before retreating to her phone, where, from the text I can see on her still lit screen, she’d been reading.
I double take at the phone in her hands. Surely, I didn’t read…
Alice slides farther down in her seat, her cheek resting on my shoulder, her phone threatening to fall to the floor.
Carefully, I lift the phone from her loosened grasp before it can fall. My good deed does not go unpunished when, without her phone, Alice snuggles deeper into me, both arms hugging the one of mine.
I’m not unaware of the warmth of her body against mine, my problem under the tray table is proof of that, but I’d be more aware of it if I wasn’t so preoccupied with what I read on her phone.
His cock swelled, throbbing. With a roar, he found his release, his eyes rolling back in his head as each spasm racked his body. As the mindless passion began to fade, he was left with a sense of intimacy he’d never known before this woman. His mate.
This is what Alice reads? Sweet, polite Alice who wants to dot eighteen hundred square feet of space with a hundred butterfly neon lights to, as she put it, ‘create a juxtaposition between the season of nature’s rebirth and New York’s urban lifestyle’.
Reaching up, I open the cool air vent wider, suddenly hot. The current blows the wisps of dark hair that have fallen out of her high ponytail across her pale skin. I’d always considered her looks to be youthful and innocent, but the words on her phone have my mind thinking anything but innocent thoughts as I stare at her parted full lips.
A passenger bumps my shoulder on their way to the restroom, causing one of Alice’s hands to slide downward, stopping just as the tips of her fingers reach my thigh.
I clench my teeth, willing myself to ignore the few inches between her and my growing situation. A situation I’d previously thought under control after Alice fell asleep but that is going to start knocking on the underside of the tray table soon.
I’m about to try sliding her back across her seat with my free hand when the pilot comes back on to tell us the local weather. Alice’s hand advances further under the tray table, stopping only when it encounters my current moral handicap.
My knee jerks and Alice lifts her head, peering at me with half-closed eyes. ‘What…?’
My body freezes and my mind blanks. I seem incapable of doing anything but wait for her to move her hand that still rests on my fully fledged flagpole.
She doesn’t. Rather, her eyes start to close once more.
Clearing my throat, I get her eyes to focus on me, but I can tell her brain isn’t quite functioning.
‘Your hand.’
The space above her nose pinches. ‘My hand?’
I count five seconds before her gaze finally drops. First to the hand still upon my arm, then to the hand unseen beneath the tray table.
Eyes wide, she yanks her hand up, bashing it against the tray table, which then sends my laptop toppling over the edge and into the aisle. ‘Jeezishhh!’ She clasps her hand to her chest, her wide eyes watering.
I don’t trust myself to say anything, nor do I want to invite conversation that might involve questions about why things hadn’t been placid beneath the tray table. Exhaling, I retrieve my laptop from the floor.
A smiling flight attendant appears again. ‘Everything okay?’
‘Fine.’ Alice voice is high-pitched, her cheeks bright red.
The stewardess taps the table. ‘You’ll need to store this for landing.’
‘Ice.’ I raise the lid on my computer.
The smile fades from the stewardess’ face. ‘Excuse me?’
