Chapter 116

Christian’s POV

I drummed my fingers against my armrest, staring out the window as the plane took off. I had never felt compelled to look back before, and God only knew how many business trips I'd been on over the years. 

But I had specifically chosen a window seat instead of my usual aisle seat, and as the plane rose to cruise altitude, I found my eyes scanning the land below, charting the beaches, the towns, and the places I was leaving behind. 

Remembering the people I was leaving behind. It wasn't supposed to feel like this, that was the thing. My mission had been to go out and get the partying out of my system. 

I was meant to sleep with a new girl every night, until fucking somehow, miraculously, managed to get boring. But none of that had happened. 

And here I was, flying back to New York City but still dwelling on everything that I was leaving behind. I could never come back, though, even if I wanted to. 

Not after