Chapter 7

Arrick hesitates when he boards a minute later, eyes immediately meeting mine. Almost as soon as he ducks in the door, it’s like some mysterious force that makes us both look at one another and then away as quickly. I’m a completely weak idiot, incapable of not looking when I should have kept my head down. My chest almost explodes with the effort of keeping my heart in place, and my hands start to tremble involuntarily. My face tingles with the creep of heat, and breathing that is instantly a little difficult.

He moves down the aisle towards us as I keep my eyes on the book in my lap that I brought for this exact reason, pick it up, and start to thumb the pages in a bid to appear nonchalant about his arrival. I feel like the whole plane is suddenly buzzing with tension, and my sixth sense tells me all eyes are on me.

Arrick stops between the two sets of seats, his body heat and heavenly scent too close to be comfortable. We’re on his left, Jake and Christian on his right