DJ’s POV
The buzz of people humming around slowly penetrated my mind and I winced, wanting nothing more than to return to the blackness of the sweet, sweet dream I’d been having. But as the smell of a million different foods, perfumes, and strange scents clogged my airway, I realized that I wasn’t in my bed having these sweet dreams. Which felt strange, because the heavy scent of safety and home, clung to me like a second skin. The scent of freshly fallen snow, frost, and---
My eyes snapped open as memories came rushing back. The plane, the announcement, but most importantly…
HIM!
“You’re finally awake,” a familiar raspy voice said next to me and despite the protests of my stiff neck, I craned my head to peer up at him.
Ivan Yahontov!
My heart leaped in my chest, but I wasn’t sure if
