Chapter 29

I smiled when Wesley reached over and take my hand in his, his thumb grazing along my knuckles absentmindedly. The exit for the airport comes up quickly, and my anxiety about getting into a flying metal death trap steadily rises. I bit my lip once we reached the parking lot, Wesley grabbing my luggage from me despite my protests. We quickly get through and get seated in first class together, even though I remember purchasing an economy ticket. I raised my eyebrows to Wesley who avoids my gaze, as the plane starts moving with a jolt. I gripped my chair, my eyes widening as my heart began racing.