~Lyra~
So… how do I even begin to explain what just happened? I mean, technically, I could give you the clean, polite version, “we spent the rest of the flight enjoying each other’s company” but that would make me a liar, and lying to you feels pointless when my hair still smells like Damon’s cologne and my legs are still doing that awkward post-s*x wobble every time I move.
Let’s just say there was a moment, okay, several moments, where I was ninety percent sure we were going to get kicked off the plane midair.
You ever try to be quiet when someone is literally ruining you in a leather seat designed for business meetings? Yeah, exactly. Not possible. I think I bit my own hand so hard at one point just to keep from screaming that I left teeth marks, and he just laughed against my skin
