I fidgeted with the fraying ripped knee of my jeans, my foot bouncing up and down as I chewed my thumbnail.
Riven chuckled, "Harley, the whole point of taking the jet is so you would be more comfortable."
I sighed, "I know, I just don't like flying."
"Don't worry, it will be over in no time."
I hoped he was right, every time I stepped foot near a plane I freaked out, completely convinced that we would crash and die.
"Would you like a drink, love?"
I raised a brow, "I thought you preferred me sober?"
"I like you happy, and right now you don't look very happy at all."
I groaned and got up, going over to sit on his lap, his arms going around me instantly.
Laying my head on his shoulder, I caught a glimpse of our reflection in the wine cabinet.
You could barely see his age, but you c
