Page 23 of Fighting for the Forbidden
All the other passengers are already seated and ready to go when we make our way up the aisle to find our seats. The two that were reserved for Danni and I are immediately obvious; the flight attendant pointing to them while looking a little harassed isn’t necessary.
The doors were shut behind us the moment we boarded, and the second our bums are on the seats she scurries off to start her pre-flight checks. The engines roar and we start backing up. Any chance I had of changing my mind about this are long gone as I sit beside Ben, who has my hand clutched firmly in his.
He’s staring at me, and my skin tingles with awareness, but I keep my focus out of the tiny window beside me at the airport we’re about to leave. I’ve no idea if this was a good idea or not. The butterflies in my stomach won’t abate, and my heart’s still racing.
“You’re going to have to acknowledge me at some point, you know?”
“This is insane, Ben,” I admit, still keeping my eyes on outside.
“It is. But I also think it’s pretty perfect.” He leans in, his breath tickling the skin at the base of my neck, and he lowers his voice. “It means I get you all to myself for three whole days.” Goosebumps prick my skin and heat floods my core. It’s not the reaction I want, but it’s no less than I expect when we’re in close proximity.
“We’re going to spend the time arguing,” I state, but my voice comes out all breathy and needy. From the slight catch in his breath, I know he hasn’t missed it.
“I could think of worse ways to spend my time. After all, you know what comes after the arguments.” His nose runs around the shell of my ear and my entire body shudders.
“Ben, stop,” I beg.
“You’re going to need to say it with a little more conviction if you want me to believe you, baby.”
“I’m all for talking and hashing everything out properly between us, but that’s it. I’ve already made enough mistakes with you.”
“Whatever you say.” He chuckles, and his arrogance has me turning to him.
My breath catches once again when I get a look at his bruised face. “I’m deadly serious. Plus, it’s not like you’d be able to anyway.”
“Trust me, a couple of broken bones wouldn’t stop me from giving you what you need.”
Christ, this was such a bad idea.
Thankfully, my torture is paused when the flight attendants start doing their safety demonstrations.
I hold my breath once they’ve finished and wait for what’s going to fall from his lips next. But I’m met with silence. When I glance over, I find out why. His head’s resting back, and he’s fast asleep.
