“Never?”
I shake my head. “We were always running. Hiding. Plotting. There wasn’t exactly time to plan a vacation.”
Kian stiffens beneath me.
“It’s not accusation,” I add. I honestly hadn’t intended it that way at all. “It’s just a fact.”
He hesitates, then seems to accept that. He sighs and relaxes. “Where would you go if you could?”
I don’t have to think about my answer. “I’ve always wanted to see the Northern Lights,” I blurt. “In Iceland.”
His eyes dart to me and then back to the sky. “This isn’t quite like that.”
“No,” I chuckle. “It’s still beautiful. But the Northern Lights… I used to collect postcards of it when I was a teenager.”
“Forget the postcards,” Kian tells me. “Go to Iceland and see the lights for yourself.”
I sigh. “I don’t even have a passport,” I admit. “And even if I did, I don’t think I could ever get on a plane.”
“Scared you’re gonna crash?”
“Terrified.”
“That’s irrational. You have a better chance of getting bit by a shark and struck by lightning in the same day.”
I frown. “I wouldn’t call it irrational. Plane crashes happen.”
“Yes, but the probability is low,” he counters again. “You’re safer in the air than you are on land.”
“Makes sense. There are more men like you on land.”
He pinches my side. I yelp with indignation, then settle back to my place nestled in the crook of his arm.
“You know, there’s only one way to overcome your fears.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” I grimace. “Realizing that there’s nothing to be afraid of and facing them head-on. Blah, blah, fucking blah.”
He shrugs. “No. You just have to realize there’s every reason to be scared. Then do it anyway.”