My mind jumped straight into the gutter, assuming the cabin crew were leaving us alone for some fun. Shame on me.
I blame the adrenalin of only just making the flight. And the fact Ash looked so good. Was he in a white suit shirt with rolled sleeves purposely? The stubble, the dark hair getting a little longer, a little more unruly and grabbable.
Putting his arm around my shoulder, I was putty in his hands, excitement building at what the next four days could hold.
After all, the last time I saw him he had just slammed his entire body weight against me in Flyermans. With fire in his eyes and sin on his lips. The amount of times I’d touched myself to the memory was not a figure to be proud of.
But no. Instead, I got a scolding.
For not remembering my place in our arrangement.
I thi
