She takes in the white linens and fluffy pillows, but she gasps when she notices the soft gray Minky Couture blanket folded at the foot of the bed. She reaches for it before she can stop herself.
Sky groans as she rubs the plush, fur texture, then freezes. “Where did you get this?”
“You recognize it.” I grin.
Her brows draw together. “This is Marisol’s. Ohmygod, is she here?”
“No, it’s just us, but you haven’t stopped talking about this blanket for the past two years,” I explain quietly. “I bought it for you, this goes home with you after the trip.”
Her fingers remain sunk into the fabric. “I didn’t realize you’d paid attention.”
“I always pay attention toyou,” I answer honestly.
She looks away for a moment, blinking, then back at me.
“I can’t believe this is your life,” she admits. “Jets and champagne and excess.”
I step a little closer, narrowing the space between us. “This flight isn’t for anyone else.”
“Well…” She sets the champagne flute down carefully. “You’re making it hard to keep teasing you.”
“I don’t mind you teasing me.” I wink.
The roar of the engines deepens as the crew begin final checks.
“We should sit.” I hold out my hand, which is visibly shaking.
“Are you nervous?” she whispers.
I eek out a slow breath. “A little. Not about the flight.”
Her lips part. Eyes widen.
If I’m not mistaken, Sky understands what I’m putting down. Or, at least, hopes…
She’s bracing. Same as me.
Ahead, I hear the cabin door seal with a muted thud.
“Come on,” I offer my hand, “let me show you your seat.”
She nods once and steps closer, her shoulder brushing mine as we walk forward into the inevitable.
