Chapter 14

My head rested against the warm grass. I groaned, stretching, feeling the rays of the sun on my face. I didn’t want to wake up. It smelled so good, and it was so deliciously warm. 

Then I heard someone call my name. “Niamh,” the voice said. It repeated my name, more forcefully this time. “Niamh.”

I opened my eyes. Olivier was lightly shaking me awake, and I realized in a flash that I’d fallen asleep with my head against his shoulder. And to make things even worse, I’d proceeded to drool all over his sleeve.

“We’re arriving in Frankfurt,” said Olivier. “Wake up.”

“I’m awake, I’m awake.” I grimaced at the wet spot on his jacket, but he hadn’t yet noticed it. I wiped my mouth of any remaining drool. Geez, could I be any less sexy?

Olivier pulled at the arm of his jacket. Then he raised an eyebrow at me. “Left me a gift, did you?”

I sank down into my seat. “Sorry. I don’t usually drool.”

He took off his jacket and stuffed it into his bag. “That jacket cost me over a thousand eu