The constant bumping of the car disturbed my nap. Dammit, I felt like I was carrying a sack of rice behind my back. I felt so goddamned heavy. My head started to fall off but warm hand− Dylan’s hand caught me by the cheeks and held me in place on his shoulder. I held him close to me since we left Mandarin Oriental. I was either clutching him in his arms or hugging his waist, and I was thankful that he didn’t pushed me away like I was a creepy clinging b***h. I held him so close like he would be gone anytime. In fact, he would.
We only waited for a while in the airport and right now, we used his personal plane. I was so stupid that only now I realised that he have a personal and a company plane. How classy. I was about to climb the ladders when a familiar looking car parked beside the Elmi
