Rose POV

I squeezed the armrest with one hand, and with the other, I gripped Cayden's until his knuckles had turned white. If he was in pain, he did not say so. I thought intensely about how I would profusely apologize once the plane landed. Cayden had said that he wanted to take me out of state for the weekend and, not wanting to put a damper on his plans, I failed to inform him that I had an intense phobia of flying.

I honestly thought I'd be okay. All I had to do ...