Page 6 of Immoral

I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Rest. We've got close to six hours."

She pins her eyebrows together. "Where exactly are we?"

"Far away from where we need to be." I slide down so I'm lying flat on the bed, moving her with me. "Try to sleep some more. I'll wake you up when we get there."

She attempts to roll away from me, but I don't allow it.

"Just chill out. You're not well from the drugs. You can return to hating me later," I state, but my gut churns as I say it. I'd do anything not to have Cara loathe me and return to loving me. And I'm not naive. It's going to take time for her to hand her heart back to me.

She hesitates, her body stiffening against my frame.

I put my lips to her forehead and mumble, "No point arguing. You aren't strong enough to fight me right now."

She sighs, but her body relaxes. She rests her head against my chest, proclaiming, "You're still an asshole."

"Yep. I'm fully aware," I chirp.

She snorts. "You would think it's a compliment."

I glide my hand under the blanket, stroke her back, then palm her ass. "I don't take it as one coming from you."

"Stop talking. This conversation isn't helping my headache. And my ass no longer belongs to you."

I softly chuckle but don't move my hand. "We'll see about that."

She yawns and curls closer to me. "I'm going to sleep now. Try not to take advantage of me."

"Based on my memory, you've always been more than willing," I tease.

"Shut up," she orders.

My grin widens. "Okay, tesoro."

"I'm not your tesoro," she quietly claims, but it sounds sad.

I don't respond. I let her fall asleep, curled into me, enjoying every minute of her back in my arms. She sleeps the entire way while I watch her.

When the plane lands, I gently wake her up, bracing myself for the fight I know is in front of me.

Her eyes flutter open. Her sleepy expression makes me want to keep her just like this, but there's no time. I have a small window to get this done then get back into the air.

"Are we home?" she asks.

"Yeah. You're with me, so you’re home."

She rolls her eyes and sits up. I scoot against the headboard and tug her back next to me. She turns to face me, opens her mouth, then shuts it, quickly looking away.

"What do you want to say, Cara?"

She glances at the ceiling then pins her glistening orbs on me. "Thank you for rescuing me. I-I'm sorry I didn't listen to you about Uberto."

I lick my lips, counting to five so I don't say something I'll regret. Now isn't the time for anI told you so.

She continues, "He's going to come after me, isn't he?"

I reach for her hips and reposition her so she's straddling me. I hold her cheeks. "Yes. And that's why we're here."

She furrows her brows. "Here?" She turns her head while not breaking my gaze, slowly asking, "You mean home?"

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