Elizabeth’s POV:
Our flight back to Chicago had gone smoothly. I even managed to take an hour-long nap during the flight, using Ashton’s body as my pillow. Surprisingly, his proximity did not make me uncomfortable. If anything, it felt natural even after so many years spent hating one another.
He had teased me that I had been moaning his name in my sleep. At least, I hope he was teasing about that.
When we exited the airport, Ashton already had a car waiting. I had offered to catch an Uber on my own, but then I noticed many photographers lingering, hoping to get shots of us. I knew that it might look odd if we left separately. So I agreed to share the ride with him.
He went as far as to holding the door open for me and placing a soft kiss on my cheek as I entered the car. I’m sure the
