I had to check with the flight attendant that I was definitely in the right spot before I was even slightly confident this…suite, if I could even call it that, belonged to me.
The walls that blocked each one were tall enough to reach my eyes, creating a private space with a lounging chair that looked far more like a La-Z-Boy than an airplane seat and an already-made bed on one side.
Ridiculous.
Fantastic.
I set my bag down inside just in time to see Matt’s head appear around the corner of the cabin.
He smiled as he refused help from one of the attendants.
I hesitated in the entryway to mine to see where he'd sit.
He passed the first set of suites.
I glared at him.
And he came closer.
And closer.
Until there was a few feet between us.
He stopped beside the door of the suite one down from mine. 2A.
Checked his ticket and let out a bark of laughter.
“Convenient,” he said.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groaned. “That’s too close. That’sweird.”
An attendant wordlessly passed him a small suitcase as if that was completely normal, and he rolled it just inside before flashing me a grin. “What are the odds?”
“You did something,” I accused, narrowing my eyes.
“I didn’t,” he chuckled, raising his hands in surrender as he leaned against the exterior wall of his suite. “I booked late. It was the only one available.”
I gave him a long, exhausted look.
His smile didn’t fade in the slightest.
Chapter 2
Matt
I stared at the partition between our seats like I had a vendetta against it.
We’d taken off thirty minutes ago, and now we were flying high at 35,000 feet.
The seatbelt light was off.
And temptation bristled my neck.
She was sharp, Sienna.
Not just the way she looked—though that yellow sundress was now burned into my goddamn brain like abrand—but the way she held her ground.
Like she’d been knocked too many times and had decided staying down wasn’t an option.
