She stays seated in my lap while she searches my face the way she always does when she needs truth. “We never actually talked about that night.”
Fifteen years of memory flicker behind her eyes.
“No,” I concede.
Her hand hovers above my chest before her palm flattens over my heart. “I thought you wanted to forget what happened.”
“I thoughtyoudid.” I quirk a brow. “You shoved me into the friend-zone first thing the next morning.”
She studies me for a long moment, absorbing my words.
We’ve devoted our friendship to remain silent on this subject. Dinner after dinner. Shared jokes. Shared history. Everything except the one moment which forever changed how I saw her. Maybe, how she saw me.
Her index finger lightly flicks my chest. “I was terrified everything would change.”
“But, everything already had.” The words come out before I can soften them.
She inhales sharply.
My hands drift slowly from her waist, along her back. I pull her closer until no space remains between us. Her heartbeat gallops almost as fast as mine.
“If we…um. If we do this, I don’t want it to be another night we never speak about again,” Sky murmurs into my ear.
I take her face between my palms. “Trust me. It won’t be. I don’t want that either.”
“You sound very certain.” Her eyes narrow a bit.
“I am.”
She watches me carefully, looking for hesitation.
There isn’t any.
Her hips rotate again. The motion almost unconscious now, and pressure between us builds until it’s impossible to ignore.
Her breath stutters. “I need to know.”
“Ask.”
Her voice drops to a whisper. “Do you want to fuck me tonight?”
“Yes.”
My affirmation lands solidly between us.
Her shoulders relax a fraction. “Zach, for me there’s no going back.”
“Sky, baby, there never was.”
She nods and kisses me slowly this time. Not collision.
Recognition.
Her mouth moves with mine with patience born from years of knowing each other. My hands tangle into her hair to hold her in place as I deepen our connection.
As far as I’m concerned, this entire aircraft has shrunk to the space between us.
When we part again her breathing is uneven. So is mine.
