But my hands were hurting my eyes, and it started to piss me off. I let them drop and cracked a lid, turning to Lida first, then Viktor.
He was so fucking beautiful that I couldn’t stop my other eye from forcing its way open and taking him all in. That bright gaze and his sharp cheekbones. The tiny frown creasing his forehead as he did fuck knew what to the beast keeping us up in the air.
Shitting hell, I hated him for this.
I loved him.
And maybe that was why I did the stupidest thing in the world and let the scene before me widen to include the view from the fuck-off giant windows. To include thesky. “Fuck me.”
“Do not say things you don’t mean.”
It took me a nauseous second to hear him. To compute what I’d said and his response. And even then, I couldn’t think clearly enough to verbalise an answer.
I leaned forward.
Regretted it.
But I wasn’t in the business of travelling backwards and I made myself stay and face the teeny tiny flecks of civilisation below us and the sheer drop it would take us to reach them. “This is fucking high.”
“Not really. If you were on a plane?—”
“Don’t get any ideas.”
“You are okay?”
“Yep.”
“Are you lying?”
“Never. Just don’t do anything violent with this thing.”
“I will have to turn soon.”
“Fuck off.”
Viktor reached for me with that stray hand again. He found my clammy fingers and squeezed them. “I am not going anywhere.”
“Good.” I squeezed him back. Then let him go back to piloting the chopper.
Piloting. The. Chopper.
This shit was insane. But the longer it went on, the less scary it became, even as Viktor braced me for a couple of turns, and an increase in speed I was a hundred percent sure he instigated to see if I’d combust.
I didn’t. And after a while, fear left me as abruptly as it had arrived on the ground.
My seat swallowed me up, fatigue hitting hard. I propped an arm behind my head, watching Lida. Watching him. Watching the sea glitter as we buzzed over it.
“Like your bike.”
It wasn’t. But I got it now. Why he loved this. Why it made his eyes shine and his grin almost as bright as it used to be.
“Do not say things you don’t mean.”
I blinked and sat up. “Why would you think I didn’t mean it?”
Viktor flinched. Subtle, but I saw it. “It was not my intention to say that.”
“But you did say it. And I’m fucking confused. When have I ever said shit about whether I like to get dicked or not?”
