Arya and Derek were currently on their way back to New York. Yesterday had been a really long day for the both of them, but Derek had managed to sort out all the issues. Arya was currently sitting opposite him in his private jet while he had dozed off, with his laptop on, fingers still on the keyboard. She could guess that he was up all night or maybe slept late. Despite being so overwhelmed with such major issues at work, he had still managed to look after her comfort. She had booked connecting suites, as usual, and unlike the paranoid part of her that had warned her that he was going to force her to do something she wasn't ready yet, Derek had been quite the gentleman, as always. Now that she thought back to the slight panic attack that she had after seeing his message, she couldn't help
