Page 11 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

The plane’s turbulence has long since stopped, and everything around us has returned to normal, but I feel anythingbutnormal. My skin’s still buzzing from his touch, and my mind’s a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings I’m not quite ready to deal with.

I look over at Jared, who’s casually leaning back in his seat like he didn’t just finger me in the middle of a commercial flight.“So, uh…is this what you do on all your flights?” I ask, trying to inject some humor into my voice even though I’m still reeling.

He laughs, shaking his head. “Nope. Only when there’s turbulence.”

I roll my eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at my lips. “Of course.”

We fall into a comfortable silence, but my mind’s still racing. Part of me can’t believe I just confessed so much to him. But Jared…he didn’t judge me. He didn’t make me feel stupid or ridiculous. He just listened.

And then, well, hedefinitelymade me feel something.

I glance over at him again. “So…now what?”

He raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…are we just going to pretend this didn’t happen?” I gesture vaguely between us, my heart pounding as I wait for his response.

Jared looks thoughtful for a moment before leaning in, his voice low and full of promise. “I don’t think either of us is forgetting this any time soon, Savannah.”

My pulse quickens at the way he says my name, like it’s a secret only the two of us share. And as much as I want to deny it, I know he’s right. There’s no forgetting what just happened, no going back to the way things were before.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Okay…but we’re still strangers, right?”

He smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not anymore.”

I laugh, the tension breaking, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I let myself relax. Maybe this whole trip won’t be a disaster after all.

But as I glance down at my torn tights and then back at him, the reality of the situation starts to sink in. “You do realize we still have, like, two hours left on this flight, right?”

Jared’s grin widens. “Yeah. Plenty of time.”

“Plenty of time for what, exactly?”

He leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear. “To see what else we can do with some turbulence.”

Heat floods my body again, and I know for a fact that this flight is going to be a hell of a lot more interesting than I had expected.

Chapter Four

Jared

I didn’t expect this when I boarded the plane, not by a long shot.

Savannah Brooks has completely thrown me off in the best and most unexpected way.

She’s bold. Completely unfiltered. And the fact that she’s somehow both innocent and…well, not innocent at the same time—it messes with my head.

I’m drawn to her in a way I can’t explain, like she’s the antidote to this insomnia and anxiety that’s been dogging me for months. Every second I’m around her I’m more at ease, more focused, which doesn’t make any damn sense.

But that’s how we ended up here, in this cramped, barely-lit airplane bathroom, her lips smashed against mine like we can’t breathe without touching each other.

It’s insane. I’m the guy who’s been avoiding the press, trying to stay out of any kind of scandal. I know how vicious those blogs can be—anything they can twist into gossip, they will. I’ve been careful. Low-key.

And now? I’ve got Savannah pinned against the bathroom wall, my hands gripping her ass like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded.

Her scent—vanilla and cinnamon—fills my head, making it impossible to think straight. All I want to do is keep kissing her, dragging this out as long as I can. But we’re running out of time.

“Jared,” she whispers against my mouth, her voice breathless, and I swear it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

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