OLIVIA
"You do know you have terrible taste in wine, right?"
I turned slightly to find Christian staring at me, his expression a mix of distaste and disapproval. Seriously? All because I didn't like the wine he claimed was his favorite?
Talk about dramatic.
"Well, still better than my taste in men," I retorted, shifting comfortably on the divan we both lay on.
Somehow, I'd managed to convince him to lie here with me, outlining quite convincingly, if I may say so, ten benefits of lying down while flying.
Normally, he would be sitting, legs crossed and eyes fixed on his phone. But I had won this vacation fair and square so I would run it the way I wanted.
If I could though.
His brows furrowed slightly as he placed his arms behind his head. "What do you mean?"
I shrugged. "I mean,
