Unspoken Truths - Book 2
For the past four hours, we’ve been wrapped around each other on our flight from London to New York, tangled in our own little world, talking about everything: our pasts, our future, and the life we’ll create together.
Now, with her curled up in my arms, warm and half-asleep, I can’t stop smiling. She’s wearing nothing but my T-shirt and that damn white G-string. The same one that ruined me the day we met. For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m on the right path. Like I’ve won.
The pilot’s voice crackles over the intercom, jarring us from our bubble. I ignore the words; it’s just background noise. I already know we’re about forty-five minutes from landing.
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