Page 7 of Strings
“It’s turbulence. It happens sometimes when we move from above the clouds to below them.”
“Why are we going down? Is something wrong?”
He smiles. “We’re descending because we’re almost to L.A. Everything is fine.”
I rub my eyes. I glance past Bash, and Bella is still fixated on us. “Does she ever quit?” I mumble.
He gazes over to her and back to me. “No. Never, but that’s my problem, not yours.”
I wipe my mouth and notice a wet mark on Sebastian’s shirt. “I’m so sorry.” I try to wipe it with my sleeve and he laughs.
“Don’t worry about it. You talk in your sleep so it was kind of like we were still conversing.”
“I do? What did I say?” Panic sets in. Oh crap, what did I confess?
“I’m kidding. You didn’t say a word, but you did snore a little.” He closes his eyes and makes a breathy sound to imitate me sleeping.
“That’s not funny.”
“Don’t be upset. It was kind of cute.”
I purse my lips and shake my head. “IfI snore, I’m sure it’s adorable. What I meant was that it wasn’t funny to say I talk in my sleep.”
“Were you afraid you admitted your real feelings for me or something?” he says with a cocky grin.
“Yes, actually. I’d hate to think I was rude in my sleep and told you how annoying I find you.”
His smile drops.
Oh shit. There’s my real personality again sneaking out. I recover quickly. “I didn’t mean that,” I say touching his arm. “You’ve been really nice to me. Thank you.”
And the grin is back and bigger than ever. Ugh, men. They sure love compliments.
“Do you have anything in baggage claim?” he asks.
“Yeah, a couple of bags. How about you?”
“No. I have my carry-on. My company takes care of the rest of my things when I travel.”
“I guess once we land, that’ll be the end of us. Bash, I’m breaking up with you. Your hair is better than mine and your shoulder is too comfortable. I can’t deal with it.”
He smirks. “Ouch. How will I ever deal with losing you? Hopefully I can lose Bella on my way to get my car.”
“Good luck with that. I’m guessing she’ll follow you home.” I huff out a small laugh at the thought.
He turns white as a ghost.
“Was it something I said?”
He angles his body toward mine and I can tell his brain is in overdrive by how wide his eyes become as he looks at me. “How areyougetting home?” he asks.
“I’m going to Uber, why?”
“If I walk away from you after this flight, she’s going to know. You’re right. She’s going to follow me to my car, and why wouldn’t I drive my girlfriend home? I know I have no right to impose on you or even ask you to do anything for me, but do you think…”
“You can’t be serious?”
“Think of me as a free Uber driver. I’ll even carry your bags.”
