Bold of you to assume I’m not just dreaming of you disappearing.
Matteo:
Dreaming about me already? Damn, Princess.
I shot him a look so sharp it could cut glass. He grinned wider. Of course he did.
Nicola:
You know what’s wild?
Airplanes have emergency exits.
Matteo:
You trying to throw me out mid-air?
Nicola:
Just saying. Hypothetically.
Matteo:
You’d miss me.
Nicola:
Nah, I’d be too busy toasting with the flight attendant.
Matteo:
Savage.
You always this mean, or is it just with me?
Nicola:
Just with you. Congrats.
Matteo:
I’m honored. I’d like to thank the academy.
I glanced up again and caught him watching me with that cocky little half-smile that made me want to roll my eyes and—unfortunately—also kind of smile back.
Nicola:
Leave me alone. I’m busy escaping to fantasy worlds where men don’t act like 12-year-olds.
Matteo:
Fantasy world?
Lemme guess—enemies to lovers?
Nicola:
What?
