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Never taking my lips from his, I knelt down and pressed my chest to his, enjoying the sparks that came from where our bodies met. My hands went up to his hair and pulled his face closer to mine. He moaned in approval. Suddenly, he pressed my hips with firmness, putting me on his lap so that my knees were on either side of his. I pushed my chest against his, and he deepened our kiss, diving his tongue into my mouth.

His hands massaged my hips and then slid up under my shirt to hold my waist, his thumbs touching the underwire of my bra. "Oh my God, is it getting warm in here?"

Someone cleared their throat next to us, and it was like I flipped a switch in my brain: I suddenly realized what we were doing. I moved to get off Vidário's lap, and thankfully, he let me go this time. I sat in my seat and quickly fastened my seat belt. The flight attendant saw that Vidário was also wearing his seat belt, nodded, and walked away. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

I placed my hands over my face to cool my cheeks, which were burning with embarrassment. I can't believe I ended up doing that. What is wrong with me? I felt so ashamed that I couldn't even bring myself to look at Vidário. I had crawled onto his lap and pressed myself against him, like I was begging him to take off my panties.

"Hey, hey, hey," I heard Vidário say. "What was that?" He grabbed my arm.

I pulled away my arm, ignoring how much I wanted him to keep his hands on me. "No slope in me," I retorted.

Vidário made a frightening noise in the back of his throat. I looked at him and saw a dark expression on his face. His jaw was clenched, and his breathing was deep, his chest going up and down quickly. Oh yes, his eyes were pitch black. The pupils, irises, and whites of his eyes were all black. I choked and moved back until my back hit the wall behind me. Oh my God. Your eyes.

His eyes widened and then closed. He took a deep breath, and when his eyes opened again, they were back to normal. I must be going crazy. That's the only logical explanation. The death of my father and the fear of seeing my mother again were finally affecting me.

"I feel very," he said. "And what... you can't say not to touch you."

My heart started to beat faster. Perhaps he was crazy. "What do you mean by that?" He tilted forward, giving me an intense look in my eyes.

"Oh, sweetie, have you forgotten yet?" His hand squeezed my knee and caressed my leg, moving up and down. "You are mine, remember?"

My blood boiled. It was the third time he said I was his property. Who did this guy think he was? Of course, he was beautiful. I had thrown myself at him and felt extremely attracted to him, but that didn't mean I belonged with him. I am my own person. I do not belong to anybody, especially to a man I just met who doesn't respect personal boundaries.

I opened my mouth to say what I really thought, but I stopped when I felt the plane suddenly move. I must have completely missed the part where they explained where all the emergency exits were and how to fasten your seat belt. But it was probably for the best: it would have only made me more nervous.

As the plane gained speed, my heart pounded against my ribs, and my hands started to shake. I grabbed Vidário's hand, which was still anchored to my leg, and squeezed my eyes shut. I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself, but it ended up coming out as a series of quick, breathless gasps. Oh my God... Am I hyperventilating?

"Rary," I heard Vidário say. "Rary, dear, what is wrong?"

I felt his hand move up to hold my shoulder. I shook my head frantically, unable to find my voice. I had a fear that if I spoke, I would cry.

"Rary," he said again. This time, his voice was calmer. "Look at me, Rary. I need you to look at me, beautiful."

I let him see those beautiful blue eyes. I only shook my head again. The plane jolted, and I let out a moan, pressing myself further against the wall.

"Rary, I implore you, if you do not look at me, I will kiss you again, and who knows where it will take us..."

Did he really say that...? I was basically about to have a heart attack, and he was threatening to kiss me? I opened my eyes, and Vidário's face was quite close to mine. He smiled. "There they are, those beautiful eyes."