The cabin feels different when we walk back in. Like it knows the weight of what’s about to happen in it.
Every glance between us feels loaded with everything we didn’t quite finish in the car. My skin still tingles where he touched me, my lips swollen from kissing him, my entire body humming with awareness.
And beneath all of that, Anticipation.
Ben’s hands settle on my hips the second the cabin door closes behind us, instinctive, grounding, like he needs to reassure himself I’m really here.
“Mine,” Etti purrs softly.
“Mine”, I agree instantly.
Ben leans down like he’s about to kiss me again, slow this time.
“Wait,” I whisper breathlessly.
His forehead rests against mine, both of us still trying to catch our breath.
“If you tell me to slow down,” he mutters roughly, “I’m calling
