Mathew

I grabbed her hand and pulled her up from her seat. I dragged her eagerly toward the tiny bathroom on the private jet, my heart racing with excitement. "Come on, Viola, let's get away for a bit," I whispered to her with a grin. I felt the thrill building up inside me as we squeezed through the narrow aisle.

She giggled softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She squeezed my hand back. "Mathew, you're so impatient! What if someone hears us?" she teased. But she followed me without ...