The aroma makes my stomach rumble, awakening my senses.
“Breakfast,” he says, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to wake up on a private jet to breakfast in bed served by my shirtless best friend.
I narrow my eyes at him. “The plane isn’t moving.”
“No.” He leans on the wall and watches me with a teasing glint.
“When did we land?”
Zach shrugs. “About three hours ago.”
Three. Hours.
I stare at him, mortification flooding my senses. “You let me sleep for three hours? What happened to the crew?”
“Don’t worry about it. You needed some rest. I wore you out, it was the least I could do.” His expression remains unfazed.
“Zach,” I pout. “You should have woken me.”
He pushes off the wall and sits beside me on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hand instinctively smooths the blanket over my legs, a gesture so tender a lump nearly forms in my throat.
“Nah. You looked peaceful.”
He reaches for a croissant and tears it in half, offering me the larger piece. Our fingers brush, and the contact sparks an electric shiver. Neither of us comments on it, but we don’t pull away either.
I take a bite and close my eyes in sheer enjoyment.
“Okay,” I moan around the pastry, “this is criminally good.”
He watches me eat with a look on his face suspiciously resembling contentment.
“You’re staring,” I grab the cup of espresso to hide my red cheeks.
“Well, you’re glowing.”
I choke on my drink, coughing. “Pretty sure it’s your fault.”
“Yeah.” The smug smile returns. “You seemed…open to the experience.”
I laugh softly, relaxing back into the pillows. The movement pulls the blanket lower, and his hand instinctively reaches out to tug it back up again, fingertips brushing along my stomach.
His hand lingers a moment longer than necessary.
“So,” I carefully sip my coffee, “what’s the plan?”
“For?” He raises an eyebrow.
I roll my eyes like he’s an idiot. “For walking into a castle full of our best friends after what we did last night.”
“Ah.” Understanding flickers in his eyes.
“Yes.Ah.”
He nestles back next to me, one arm draped casually along the headboard. “I say we walk in together. I’m pretty sure they’ve been waiting for us to pull our heads out of our asses.”
“Hmmm. The throw-it-in-your-face strategy?” I cross my arms in front of me.
“It’s solid.”
