Wanda
We were sitting in Gideon's plane, I was sitting in his lap, my face in the crook of his neck.
At first I had wanted to sit in my own seat, but Gideon had immediately lifted me up and placed me in his lap.
I hadn't protested, the pain from earlier was still deep inside me. It had shocked me how much I had gotten used to Gideon and how much I liked being with him.
After the tense moment this morning, Gideon had kissed me in a possessive way. The kiss had been relentless and had lasted an eternity.
He couldn't mark me, but this morning he had had to soothe his wolf.
He had kissed me and covered my neck in hickeys.
Afterwards we had breakfast and had flown to the mainland in his helicopter. Pat had joined us in Thailand and got on Gideon's plane with us.
Before we took off from
