Her breath catches.
Just a little.
“Why’s that?”
“Because I’m starting to think I don’t go anywhere without you.”
Yeah.
I said it.
No taking that back.
Her lips part slightly.
Surprised.
Not pulling away.
Never pulling away.
“Good,” she whispers.
And yeah—
That’s all I need.
I lean in.
Kiss her again.
Slower this time.
Deeper.
Not the chaos from before.
Something steadier.
Something that lingers.
Her hand slides up to my jaw, holding me there like she doesn’t want the moment to end.
I don’t either.
But—
“Alright, lovebirds,” Jonah’s voice cuts in from across the jet, “as much as I hate to interrupt this very intense situation—”
Mila pulls back just slightly.
I don’t.
Not right away.
“Timing’s terrible,” I mutter.
“Always is,” she murmurs, echoing before.
