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He wasn’t just upset.

He was in pain.

I could clearly see the war going on within him. Some say the eyes mirrored the soul. I never truly understood that statement until now. Seeing the conflict within his eyes, I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did but it was the only thing I could think of to make him forget. Even if it was for just a few minutes.

Besides his mistakes, he deserved some kind of peace, something else to focus on.

Pulling his head closer to mine, I leaned forward and gently placed my lips against his. The second our lips touched a deep fire erupted between us. The flames so high, I feared it would engulf the whole plane. I never considered myself a good kisser. In fact, he was my first kiss but he didn’t need to know that. The fact that I even dared to kiss him was something I would think about later but right now, at this very moment, I couldn’t think of anything else but deepening the kiss.

His lips were so warm and soft. I’d never felt anything like them and when his arms tightened around me, holding me closer, I gave into the fire burning deep inside me. I felt as if he had sucked all the air out of my lungs. Delirious, I clung tightly to him as he took over the kiss, plundering what I offered. His tongue sought entrance to my mouth as I gasped giving him the opening he needed. Holding onto him with dear life, I fell into his embrace, feeling safe for the first time in my life. Like I actually belonged to him.

It was a heady feeling, one I craved but never obtained until now. I knew that no matter where my life took me, I would never have this feeling again and because of him, I was alive to experience it.

A throat clearing, had us both jumping apart. My face heated, flushing hotly as I looked at Lorenzo, unsure what to say or do.

“When you two are done, I need you both in the main cabin. We are about to land,” a man said, from the doorway.

“Okay,” Lorenzo replied, never taking his eyes off mine. The door shut, leaving us alone once again. Neither of us said a word as we both just sat facing each other on the bed. What was there to say? I just kissed him without his permission. I didn’t know if I crossed some imaginary boundary. Unsure what to do next, I went to move only to have him stop me.

“You kissed me,” he said, more as a question.

I nodded, as my face heated again. God would this night ever end. I had already made a fool out of myself more than once tonight.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you want to?”

“Partly, yes.”

“Why?”

“I wanted you to feel better.”

“You kissed me to make me feel better?” he questioned, as his brows creased. “So, it was a pity kiss?”

“What?” I gasped. “No!”

“Then why did you kiss me?”

“Because.”

“That’s not an answer,” he barked, getting to his feet. “Look, I don’t need or want your pity. I know I fucked up. No need to rub my face in it. I get it.”

“Lorenzo, that’s not why I kissed you.”

“It doesn’t matter why you did it,” he said, opening the door. He turned back to look at me. “Don’t worry, you will never have to see me again.”

“Lorenzo!” I ran after him, as all eyes turned to look at me. God, talk about being put on the spot. This was not where I wanted to have this conversation but Lorenzo was being an ass again.

Shocker, right? I should have known he would revert behind his shield of indifference. The man never had to deal with anything serious in his life. Well, that’s not how I rolled. I never put off tomorrow what I could take care of today. And this brooding asshole was about to learn the hard way. I never walked away from a fight.

“You can’t just walk away like that. We were not done talking!”

“You made yourself perfectly clear, Donatella.”

“No, I didn’t. You didn’t let me finish. You assumed, again.”


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