Chapter 33

EMILIA

When I finally wake up, we’re already in Chicago.

I blink, trying to shake off the fog of sleep, only to realize—

I’m way too close to Liam.

Like, basically pressed against him.

My cheek is on his shoulder, my hand resting somewhere near his chest, and—oh God—his arm is draped across my lap like it just ended up there.

Heat floods my face as I sit up way too fast.

Liam stirs beside me, lifting his head. His voice is rough with sleep. “You’re up?”

“You let me sleep this long?” I whisper, my eyes darting around. The plane is still moving, taxiing down the runway, but people are already stretching, gathering their bags.

“You looked comfortable.” He shrugs, running a hand through his hair. His very messy, just-woke-up hair.

I swallow. “You should’ve woken me.”

He smirks, lazily, like he knows something I don’t. “Yeah? You seemed pretty happy where you were.”

I open my mouth, then close it again. I was not.