KIERAN
I wanted to f**k her again the moment I heard her voice.
I stepped onto the plane, dragging my suitcase behind me, exhausted from a week of meetings for the new building I was designing.
The flight would only be a couple of hours, but I still had work waiting at the office. Sleep was impossible on planes, so I planned to read over my notes and prepare for the week ahead.
I tossed my briefcase into the overhead cubby and slid into my seat. The cabin buzzed with activity. Passengers talked quietly, stored their luggage, and fidgeted. A baby cried behind me. A man played music too loud on his phone.
The chaos barely registered. My eyes found the tarmac, watching the airport workers move efficiently across it, but my attention snapped back the moment I heard her voice.
It had to b
