Xavier
I hate flights.
But I'd rather be caught dead than say that out loud. My body never handled being in the air well. Every time I flew, the moment we landed, my head would spin. My stomach turned like it was still floating. I always needed something cold, either a splash of water on my face or a drink chilled enough to reset my senses. That was the only way I could regain some balance after stepping off a plane.
Gregory knew. He never let me forget. From the moment we landed, he kept throwing little jabs, teasing me like it was the funniest thing in the world. I ignored him. That was the only way to win. If I gave any reaction, he’d keep going. To prove him wrong, I asked for nothing. No water. No drink. No help. I just powered through it.
The drive to the hotel was a blur. The k
