•Penelope•
The silence on the jet wasn't really awkward but I felt out of place in here.
Miguel sat across from me, with his legs stretched out as he lazily went through a document. He hadn't said much since takeoff but he did offer me a glass of champagne and smiled when I refused it.
Jerk.
Right now I needed noise to ease my nerves that were practically screaming profanities at me because I was alone with Miguel.
I wanted him to flirt with me or at least pay me a little mind like he did back at the parish but the man didn't budge, not when I unbuttoned my shirt twice
“Are you going to ignore me all through the trip?” I asked, finally breaking the tension that had settled like fog between us.
He looked up, one brow raised. “I didn't think you wanted to talk to me.”
“I don't but it
