Page 55 of Holiday Romance
“I don’t care. I’ll stay up.” He kisses me again as his hands drift lower, grabbing a quick squeeze that I swiftly pull away from, glancing at Andrew who’s miraculously not looking our way. It’s another minute of “I love you”s and “I’ll miss you”s before I finally convince him to leave, and even then he stays exactly where he is, watching us walk toward security. Andrew stays quiet, which makes meverysuspicious, and sure enough, as soon we round the corner, he turns to me.
“Don’t,” I warn him.
“Don’t what? Talk about how nice your new boyfriend is?”
“Shut up.”
“He’s very nice. And so tall.”
“Andrew—”
“Clearly an ass man though.”
My face heats as a woman in the line beside us glances our way. “Are you going to be like this the entire flight?” I ask tersely.
“If you keep reacting like that, I will,” he says with a grin. “I think I made him jealous.”
“I think you think very highly of yourself.”
“Oh, come on. That man was clearly marking his territory back there.”
“He was not!”
“He was five minutes away from pissing on your leg.”
I try to hold back my laugh, but that turns it into a snort, which only makes him smile harder.
“I can’t help that I inspire such possessiveness in people,” I finally say.
“Must be the hair.”
“Stop.”
“I mean it. It’s very chic. You cut it yourself?”
I hit him with one hand while the other tugs self-consciously on my newly shorn strands.
“It suits you,” he says, spotting the movement.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Really shows off your ears.”
I scowl at him before I turn to face the front. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” he says, bumping gently into me from behind. “And that man is completely in love with you.”
I glance over my shoulder to find that this time he’s not joking. My lips twitch as I try to hold my frown against the sudden burst of happiness at his words.
“Whatever,” I say, catching the start of his grin before I turn back around.
* * *
Now, London
Gabriela calls me five minutes after I shut myself in my room. I spend those five minutes analyzing every word Andrew’s ever said to me and trying to remember the exact tone of his voice when he told me my dress looked nice one year, so when the call comes through, I’m so relieved for the distraction, I could cry.
“They lost my bag!”
