~Lyra~

So… how do I even begin to explain what just happened? I mean, technically, I could give you the clean, polite version, “we spent the rest of the flight enjoying each other’s company” but that would make me a liar, and lying to you feels pointless when my hair still smells like Damon’s cologne and my legs are still doing that awkward post-sex wobble every time I move.

Let’s just say there was a moment, okay, several moments, where I was ninety percent sure we were ...