Chapter NineTHE PLANE STARTED to move the moment our belts were fastened. We were running a little late; the traffic had been murder and we left Tokyo an hour later than we had planned. It all seemed like a curse to me, as if since that dreaded kiss in the club, everything was working against me, trying to keep me trapped into awkward closeness with Blake.
The morning after had started a long chain of awkward moves around each other, one-liner exchanges, and tons of avoidance. We struggled hard not to touch the other, yet always seemed to trip, stumble, and bump into each other, increasing the awkwardness level between us.
A whole freaking week of being pretty much alone, although Blake was one room away. We never talked, we never did anything together. Hell, we never even looked each ot
