LAURA
My eyes bounced between his face and his hand on mine.
Honestly, I wasn't even mad that he was putting his hands on me. I was just surprised that he'd taken such a bold move especially considering the fact that we didn't know each other.
Well, we did know each other—just not in the ways that mattered.
And maybe I was a little bit alarmed that he was holding my arm right there in the hallway where everyone could see and speculate about all the ways we knew each other. I mean, I didn't particularly give a f**k if they found out that I'd slept with him—even though it still didn't mean that I was going to put it out there—I just didn't want them to think we were something more.
And with the way he sat beside me on the jet, stared at me and was now holding my hand, anyone
