Admit it.
You like it when I say things that make you blush.
Or how you made those little noises when I kissed that spot behind your ear?
Nicola:
You know there’s open seats on the other side of the plane right?
Matteo:
Ouch.
This is flirting in your world, huh?
Nicola:
If it was flirting, you’d be dizzy by now.
Matteo:
So you are flirting?
I didn’t respond. Not with words, anyway. I glanced up and leveled him with a glare.
Matteo:
You’d miss me if I wasn’t on this flight.
Nicola:
I miss the sound of my own thoughts, actually.
Matteo:
And here I was thinking we were making progress.
Nicola:
We’re not. You’re hallucinating from too much cologne again.
Matteo:
Rude. It’s designer.
Alexander got it for me.
Nicola:
I hate it.
Across the aisle, he gasped and clutched his chest like I’d physically wounded him. I snorted and returned to my book, only for my phone to buzz again.
Matteo:
You say you hate me but you’ve been looking at me every 3.5 minutes.
Nicola:
