‘Oh?’ he says, eyes sparkling. ‘How much more?’
‘Quite a bit more,’ I concede, taking his glasses off and folding them up next to me.
‘I need those to see you.’
‘No, you don’t. Now please be quiet.’
‘So bossy,’ he groans, but he does as he’s told.
And finally,finally, I get to kiss Callum Bang.
FOURTEEN
I’m in jail.
Well, no, I’m overreacting, but I have been sent back to my seat after receiving a very stern telling-off from one of the cabin crew. Apparently passionately making out with your colleague in the entrance vestibule while drinking smuggled champagne is not okay and to make matters worse, I don’t know what happened to the rest of that bottle. Have they confiscated it? I don’t dare ask. Killjoys!
The situation was made even less fun when Callum was taken to ‘cool off’ somewhere else, so I’m sitting alone at the front of this plane with nothing but my sexy sexy thoughts to keep me company.
I shut my eyes and tip my head back, replaying every last thing that just happened in a blissful, second-by-second recap. Things were about to get a whole lot hotter. His fingers were tracing the inside of my bra. Mine had dipped under his T-shirt, found his belly button. I believe I was about to peel off his T-shirt? Then a very cross flight attendant drew the curtain to one side and started speaking rapid Mandarin at us.
We’d both scrambled up, me handing Callum his glasses, him pulling me in close as if he wanted to protect me. Me melting likecandlewax in the sun when he did that. Him basically holding me up at that point. I can still feel the memory of his body against mine now and it’s making me dizzy.
Pre-time loop, I’d quite regularly find my brain trotting off to Crazy Thought Town. Once there, I’d find myself imagining what it would be like to hook up with the evil villain that is Callum Bang and let’s just say my fantasies (nightmares?) were accurate. There’s something in the way he holds himself, his ease and confidence, that made me suspect he’d know how to handle himself in situations like this.
Hoo boy, I was not wrong.
Frustration fizzes through me as I look over at the space where Callum should be sitting, wishing desperately he was up here with me. We’ve been told under no uncertain circumstances to keep our distance for the rest of the flight. And I’m not quite at the fuck-it stage of life where I will willingly abandonallthe rules … I’ve not totally lost the plot. Or have I?
Kissing mortal enemies now, are we, Nina?
It is with great relief that we finally start to make our descent into Singapore. I’m desperate to see him again, especially now that I’ve sobered up. I’m just hoping Callum isn’t mad at me for getting us in trouble.
Annoyingly, I can’t find him in the scramble to get off our delayed plane and through to the departure lounge for our next flight on to Perth.
I am, however, found by Hamish.
‘There you are,’ he beams, bounding up to me like a golden retriever.
‘Oh, hello, Hamish.’
‘Are you flying on to Perth?’
‘I am,’ I answer, distractedly looking around.
‘Awesome! It’s so good to see you, Nee.’
‘Huh? Oh, yes, you too. Although no one calls me Nee anymore. I always did think it makes me sound like a body part.’
‘Hey, come on! We’ve got history,’ he says, as if this allows him to call me by an ancient nickname. I try not to bristle. After all, Hamish seeking me out like this a huge improvement on previous Mondays. I suppose it’s quite sweet?
Still no sign of Callum.
‘I’ve been thinking about you all flight,’ he adds. ‘Ever since I saw you when I first got on the plane.’
Thisisa turn-up for the books.
‘You have?’
