“That still doesn’t warrant a vocalization of them.”
He nods, contemplative. “Maybe put your frustrations in a journal next time?”
My hand flies to my mouth to cover a hiccup. “Already have one.” I wonder what he would think of it? It’s currently a hodgepodge of hating him and respecting him all at the same time.
Hiccup.
“You don’t drink much wine, do you?”
“No,” I confess. “My choice of beverage on the occasion I do drink is an Old Fashioned.”
“Hmm.” He taps his fingers on his thigh. I shift my eyes back to his face. “I never would have pegged you as an Old Fashioned woman.”
“There are many things you don’t know about me.”
Hiccup.
I slap my hand over my mouth again for two reasons. The obvious reason is because of the hiccupping. Not attractive. Reason number two is so that I don’t speak more unintentionally flirty words.
“You’re right. There are many things I still need to learn about you.” With that, he hands his still full glass of wine back to the flight attendant.
“Was there a problem with your drink, sir?”
He stares at me as he speaks to her. “No, I realized mywifewas right. It’s probably best not to drink right now.”
I choke on my last sip of wine and hand the empty glass to the attendant.
“Would you like another glass?”
I wave my hand. “No, I’m good. Thank you. Maybe some water.”
She nods and disappears.
Silence stretches between us as the distance closes between us. I’m not sure who’s leaning in more, but I know it’s a team effort.
Just like everything between me and Darcy.
Because we are a team.
He’s inches from my face, and I let my eyelids wrap me in darkness, preparing to experience his kiss for the first time with every sense but sight. We are wrapped in the dim glow of the plane light while the night sky zips by us through the windows. Cozy. Soft. Inviting.
“Hayden.” My name is rumbly on his lips as his mint breath caresses my face.
“Darcy.” His name is a plea on my lips. I don’t know if it’s me or the wine taking charge, but…
No. I do know.
It’s me.
Just with the confidence of wine.
Because if I’m being honest with myself, I’ve wanted this to happen for a while.
With every demand rolling off his tongue, every snarky remark on my end, and every unmasked moment between the two of us, I’ve fallen for Darcy Marshall.
“What are we doing?” His fingers find the small of my back, and I arch into his shaky touch.
“Nothing right now,” I whisper against his ear, intentionally blowing softly before taking his lobe between my teeth. He gasps and his body stiffens. “But we are about to be kissing.”
