I sip on my flute of champagne and pull the Sherpa fleece blanket wrapped around me higher. I sink deeper into my buttery soft leather seat. This is the life, I think to myself.
I take a peek to my right and see Cole half asleep. I smile at how innocent and angelic he looks. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so peaceful. I don’t want to wake him, so I return to the fashion magazine I’m reading. I’m flipping through the pages without really reading them because I’m too distracted to focus.
I sigh loudly and Cole stirs.
“f**k,” I whisper under my breath.
“What was that?” he asks groggily.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say sheepishly.
“I’m a light sleeper. How long was I out for?”
I check my phone. “Maybe a half hour? The pilot said we’ll be landing in 20 minutes or so.”
Cole rai
