LIAM
The hum of the plane fills the silence between us.
Emilia’s fingers are still laced with mine, her grip is not as tight as before but it’s still there. I don’t mention it, though.
I also don’t mention how warm her hand is, or how her thumb rests just slightly against mine, like she forgot to move it.
She’s staring out the window now, her book abandoned in her lap. She hasn’t turned a page in fifteen minutes.
“See anything interesting?” I ask, my voice low.
She turns her head, eyes flicking to mine. “Clouds.”
“Fascinating.”
She rolls her eyes, but there’s a small, almost reluctant smile playing on her lips. “You asked.”
I lean back in my seat, shifting slightly so our arms touch again. “I did. But you could’ve lied. Told me you saw something cool. A UFO. A portal to another dimension. Something.”
She huffs a quiet laugh. “Right. Next time, I’ll make up a story.”
“Looking forward to it.”
Her fingers twitch slightly against mine, and I swear I feel a spark run up my arm.
