I took my oversized cashmere sweater and wore it. I ran my fingers through my hair to no avail. “In the second drawer in the bathroom, there are brushes,” he said, and I smiled.
“Thanks,” I made my way to the ensuite bathroom, opened the latched drawer, and found several hairbrushes. All new.
I took one and managed to tame my mane. I decided to wear a messy bun in a futile effort to feel a bit more human.
I walked out, and he looked at me. “Beautiful,” he said.
“You have a lot of brushes…” I pointed out, trying to defuse the tension of his compliment.
“No, I don't. Those are yours. I asked Fiorella to stock the plane with everything you might need,” he said, and I made my way towards him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. I stood between his knees.
“Sal…” I sighed, “Thanks
