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“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

The only thought that crosses my mind as I drift off to sleep is how easily I could lose myself in Garrett's arms forever.

Chapter 10

Garrett

Ican't stop staring at her. Cyn's green eyes catch mine across the aisle, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. She looks away and starts typing on her phone.

My phone buzzes.

Cyn: "Miss me already, Coach?"

I smirk, typing back: "Just admiring the view."

She bites her lip, suppressing a giggle. God, she's beautiful.

The flight attendant passes between us, breaking our gaze. I clear my throat, pretending to be engrossed in a magazine.

Cyn: "Thinking about our adjoining rooms?"

My pulse quickens. Images of the past two days flash through my mind—mad passionate kisses, her hot as fuck body, late nights and muffled moans.

Me: "You're playing with fire, Lockhart."

Cyn: "Maybe I like getting burned."

I shift in my seat, adjusting the growing hardness in my pants. This woman will be the death of me.

Me: "Careful. I might have to punish you for that smart mouth."

Cyn: "Promises, promises."

A chuckle escapes me. I glance up, catching her eye again. The heat in her gaze makes my breath catch.

Me: "You're trouble."

Cyn: "Who? Me?"

I haven’t felt this alive, this exhilarated, in a long time. It's dangerous, unprofessional, and fucking intoxicating.

Me: "What am I going to do with you?"

Cyn: "I have a few ideas..."

I groan inwardly, gripping the armrest. My mind wanders to when I’ll be able to taste her again.

A few minutes later Cyn stands, stretching. My eyes surreptitiously follow the curve of her body as she moves towards the back of the plane. I wait for a couple of minutes, and then also make my way to the back of the plane.

I glance around to see if anyone is paying attention to us. Most of the guys are sleeping and the one that aren’t are glued to their phones.

My heart pounds as I approach the bathroom. I tap lightly on the door.

"Occupied," Cyn's voice calls softly.

I lean in close to the door and whisper, "It's me."

A pause. The lock clicks and she opens the door just enough for me to slip in, which I do sideways to fit my oversized shoulders.

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