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He was absolutely breathtaking, he was quite large, looking almost comical in the tiny space in the toilet. His muscles strained against his black shirt and blue jeans, telling me that he must spend quite a lot in the gym. 

He had chocolate brown hair, and dark blue eyes that drew me in and a jaw that could cut through paper. His lips were luscious and full, and I found myself unconsciously leaning in, imagining what my lips would feel like in his.

And then it clicked instantly, a stranger I just met a few minutes ago was holding me from behind like we were lovers. I pushed him away, not too hard, and walked off the toilet embarrassedly. 

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." I said to myself when I got back to my seat. I placed my hands on my face to try to cool down my burning cheeks,

What was I thinking? A few minutes back, I was sulking over my boyfriend's betrayal and here I am, letting another man touch me. I shut my eyes and growled deeply, trying to push out the thought that I had almost kissed a stranger in the toilet. 

A clearing throat snapped me out of my trance and I opened my eyes to see the same man looking at me. He walked past me to his previous position back beside me. 

"What's your name?" He asked, his voice was calm and soothing. 

"Excuse me…"  

"What's your name?" He repeated. 

I didn't want to reply to him. 

My life has pushed into a rough part lately, and I didn't want to entertain any more drama in my life. 

"I'm Aiden smith." He introduced himself while I leaned back, not knowing how to respond to him. Among all the guys that I have seen or dated, I've never really felt too attracted to this one. I felt like I'd known him all my life. 

My lips moved and the next words that came out of my mouth shocked him.

"Can you just shut up, please?." My voice came out rudely. I was stressed and didn't want to sound rude, so it was better I didn't talk to him. He felt a little shaken, he had an intense look on his face, but withdrew back to his seat slowly. 

……..HOURS LATER

I nuzzled myself deeper into the warmth and focused on the small fireworks traveling through me. It felt amazing. 

I woke up feeling a heavy weight on my shoulder, my small bag scrunched down on my lap. I didn't need anyone to tell me I had been sleeping. I looked and found out the man was still sleeping soundly on my shoulder. He had his hand wrapped around me. That must be the fireworks I felt earlier. I slowly pushed his hand away and straightened up.

I dreamt. Oh, a weird dream, but it felt so real and awkward.

It was morning, the ray of sun from the window was shining brightly onto the plane. I checked my wristwatch and noticed the plane was going to land in 45 minutes. I ran my hands over my hair, carefully not to wake the handsome stranger. I didn't know I could act as if nothing happened in the toilet and how he snuggled his head up to my shoulder again was a misery. 

In less than 20 minutes, passengers were trooping out of the plane. I tapped the stranger, trying to wake him up. He mumbled something I couldn't hear with his eyes firmly closed sleepily.

"Sir, we are the only ones on the plane, and I'm leaving." I said loudly and true to my word, we were last on the plane. The stewardesses were patiently waiting for us.

Finally, he opened his eyes, and removed his head from my shoulder. I stood up, struggling to pull out my carry-on from the overhead compartment. I grabbed the bag and pushed it over, then brought it down. 

Quickly, I scampered out of the plane. I didn't want this creepy man to follow me. I was able to board a taxi to my apartment. 

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I arrived home with no difficulty, dropped my bag and checked the entire apartment for Noelle. She wasn't home yet, so I lay on the bed and waited for her.

My head hurt from the long journey, and I needed a lot of rest. I opened my bag, grabbed out my towel and walked into the bathroom to freshen up. Once the water hit my skin, I felt relaxed and cool. Running water helps with relaxing my muscles. I spent quite a time getting myself clean. 

I stepped out and wore Noelle's robe on me. I walked out of the shower to see Noelle, kissing a guy in the doorway. When the guy sprung her around, Noelle's eyes landed on me. 

She quickly shoved the guy away and screamed, "Jesus, Kat. What're you doing back here?" 

I stood and watched them without speaking. She turned to the stranger, "We'll have this some other time, I'm sorry." She whispered and pushed the guy out and closed the door. I folded my arms and watched her silently. 

"The last time I checked, you were dragging your luggage into your boyfriend's apartment. Now, you just appeared back here like a ghost in my favorite bathrobe." She ranted, like it was no big deal bringing a stranger to my bedroom instead of hers. 

I shook my head and let out a deep sigh, "I'm tired, Noelle. Can we talk about this later?" I asked and climbed on the bed without actually waiting for her answer. She mumbled inaudibly to herself and walked out of the room.

I relaxed my head on the headboard as I began thinking of what to tell Noelle again, that I had met my boyfriend fucking his sister in his bedroom, and took a late hour flight back immediately. I thought of a lie to tell, but none came to my restless mind.

I ended up rolling off to the other side of the bed.