NATHAN’S POV
I’ve never been a fan of take-offs — and nor will I ever be. That unreasonable tugging feeling inside my stomach whenever I felt the plane lurching forward has never really resonated well with me. It makes me want to altogether close my eyes, clench my fists, and just stop breathing.
“Scared?” Alastair mused with that usual drawl from across me, her eyes trailed on the view that was beginning to transition into the night sky.
I wanted to answer her — preferably so I could do myself a favor and save myself from the utter humiliation — but the sensation was still there, stuck like one hell of a crippling torment. Just a few more seconds now and we’ll be in the air. The engines roared once more and the wind buffeted, and then that’s it.
There was a complete silence.
“Good
