The plane touched down smoothly at JFK, the final shudder of the landing gear vibrating through the cabin.
My lashes fluttered.
Consciousness floated up from a dreamless sleep.
I'd slept like the dead, sunk in something warm and soft as clouds.
I blinked awake and realized my forehead was pressed against the curve of Alexander's neck.
The hand that had been warming my stomach was now draped loosely around me, tucking me halfway into his hold.
The blanket was wrapped tight around me. Warm.
I lifted my head. Focused.
And saw a small, dark damp spot on Alexander's shoulder.
Drool?
My brain short-circuited.
Mortification.
Absolute, soul-crushing mortification.
I'd slept on his shoulder the whole flight?
Fine. But I'd drooled?
On anyone but him?
I wanted to die.
"Awake?"
His l
