The screech of the wheels against the runway jolted me back into myself. My heart still pounded from everything that had happened in that bathroom. Since slipping back into my seat, I hadn’t dared look at him. Not once. My eyes stayed glued to the window, pretending to be fascinated by the shrinking clouds and the airport runway.

I didn’t trust myself… because the moment I looked, I knew I’d remember the way he’d had me bent over the sink, my reflection watching as he fucked me ...