Mia's Point Of View
The next say| 1: 45 p.m.
On the plane
"Cheers," Sebastian said, holding his champagne glass close to mine. I clinked mine against his.
"Cheers," I repeated before taking a sip. I looked down at the bowl in front of me and smiled.
"What kind of ice cream is this? Vanilla and chocolate?" I asked, picking up the spoon.
"I think so," He responded, finishing the content in his glass before setting it down.
"Do you want some?" I asked, seeing as there was no ice cream in front of him.
"No, I'm okay. I'm not huge a fan," He said. I smiled and picked up a spoon of the ice cream.
"Mmm, so good," I moaned at the taste in my mouth. His gaze immediately shifted to me.
"That is not going to make me want it," He said. I pulled the spoon out of my mouth and gently licked th
