|Katherine|
The door to our private suite clicked shut behind us with a soft, deliberate thud, cutting us off from the hum of the rest of the plane. The world beyond that door—the chatter of passengers, the clinking of silverware, the faint whir of engines—felt miles away.
Javier slid into the seat across from me with that effortless confidence he always carried, the kind that seemed to bend the air around him, making it heavier, charged, almost magnetic. Even in the confined space of the suite, he had a presence that was impossible to ignore.
I found my eyes lingering on him longer than I intended, tracing the sharp lines of his suit jacket as it settled neatly over his broad shoulders. Every detail seemed deliberate: the faint sheen of his watch, the subtle crease of his trousers, the
