NUR
The flight didn't feel all that long–maybe because I was sleeping the entire time. Half-asleep, I drag myself off of my seat and fling the backpack over my shoulders.
The air host–oh gosh! why is he so good-looking?–smiles at me, telling me goodbye and to have a nice stay. With much difficulty, I tear my gaze off of his face and mutter prayers for forgiveness.
My eyes fall on Ahyan and I watch him stare right at the air host, eyes like fire and jaw razor-sharp.
The people at the back start protesting as he just stands there. With an embarrassed smile, I touch Ahyan's arm. His eyes fly to mine.
To say that he's pissed would be an understatement. His hand finds mine and he interlaces our fingers. Uh . . .
I understand what's going on when he all but shoves our joined hand in the ai
