LEENA
When William told me we’d be going to Philadelphia, I imagined a long drive. His car filled with cool music, us singing along and chatting in between songs. I didn’t imagine flying there in a private jet with only him and I in the cabin.
We’re seated across from each other on the jet, a console table the only thing separating us.
“First time flying?” he asks.
I fidget in my seat, wondering what has given me away. He’s right, it’s my very first time flying but for some bizarre reason, I’m ashamed to admit it. Maybe it’s because I don’t want him thinking I’ve lived a boring life. “No, it’s not.”
He raises one brow and drops his questioning gaze to my chest that’s rising and falling rapidly. “You’re sure?”
I nod, forcing a smile. “Yeah, why would I lie?”
He shrugs. “I’m here, in
