Page 113 of Poison Aches

Then, I enjoy another plethora of emotions playing in her large, doe brown eyes that would sink a lesser man.

As I stare, a low hum starts playing in my ears.

Slow, out of sync… dangerous.

Or is it my body?

I don’t know where, but suddenly, the gravitational force field around this girl that I’ve learned years ago to avoid, pulls me in.

Before I realize it, I’m even closer than I was.

She’s holding my gaze, but then mine drops a bit lower to her slightly parted plump lips.

Without even realizing what I’m doing, my thumb is already at the corner of her mouth, lightly wiping the chocolate there, and then I’m sucking on my own thumb, with a desperate but sharp disappointment because I already know, this is as close as I’ll ever get totastingher.

Angel lets out a low gasp.

Her pupils get slightly dilated but she never breaks contact.

Another insane image pops in my head. I can see it as clear as day, and maybe?—

“Mr. Easton, Ms. Irving, we’re about to take off,” a serious female voice speaks right behind me.

I pull back and stand upright, noticing the flight attendant. How long had she been standing there and I hadn’t noticed?

“Please take your seats, buckle in, and get ready.”

There’s never been a scenario in my life where I haven’t been keenly aware of my surroundings, immediately and otherwise, but just now, I literally missed it… because of Angel.

She fucks up my focus like no other.

Yeah, that’s the only reason why I let her affect me so much.

That, and her potential usefulness in my current fucked-up predicament.

Not wanting her to know her effect on me, I turn around to the flight attendant. “Thank you, Jane.”

“Anything for you, Mr. Easton.”

Watching Angel from the corner of my eye, I notice her rolling her eyes, scrunching her little nose in obvious annoyance… at Jane.

Hmmm, interesting.

“After takeoff, can you bring one of those bottles I specifically ordered for me and this beautiful young lady here? We’re celebrating.”

“Of course, Mr. Easton. Anything else?”

“And some privacy.”

“Yes, sir.”

With that, she’s gone, trying too hard to sashay her plain body to grab my attention, obviously, but she’s nonexistent when my entire agenda revolves around Angel.

I turn around just in time to see Angel’s intense look of annoyance…towards the flight attendant.

At that, I smirk.

Angel’s eyes snap toward me. “What’s so amusing?”

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