Chapter 21
Juno
Lucius gestures at the spacious seat opposite him, so I head over there.
This morning was a rollercoaster ride. I still can’t believe he sent his butler for me like nothing’s happened. But I guess it makes sense if he considers what went down yesterday as some sort of PDA practice.
By saguaro’s needles, I’ve never felt this conflicted. I should be relieved that the kiss wasn’t anything, but I can’t help an irrational feeling of disappointment. I must’ve wanted it be real. Or some crazy part of me wanted it.
I plop gracelessly into the leather seat, and it feels like a cloud. Ignoring Lucius for the moment, I scan the luxurious interior of the jet.
Damn.
Having passed by first-class sections on regular planes, I can compare this to them, and it’s like a five-star hote
