•Miguel•
I knew about her flight jitters and I tried my best to keep her distracted but the second the plane jolted and she landed on my lap, I regretted distracting her in the first place.
Because now her arms flew across my neck as she snuggled close to me, whispering something like a prayer.
She smelled like cinnamon and lemon—warm, homely, mine.
“You know, sweetheart you don't have to wait for turbulence to sit on my lap.” I murmured, hoping for a tease to ease her nerves.
“I hate you.” She mumbled into my shirt, still not lifting her head.
Christ, she was f*****g cute.
“Nuns don't lie, do they?”
“Exactly.” She lifted her head enough to glare at me, her cheeks flushed with wild eyes. She looked nothing like the girl who'd been confidently interrogating me minutes ago.
“I’m hon
