“No!” She laughs. “What’syourflex?”
“I’m good at fighting people with my bare hands.” He shrugs.
“Nah, that’s not your flex.”
“Why can’t that be my flex?” Amusement passes through his eyes. “You said it should be something cool.”
I keep my face straight. “Your hands are too small.”
He lifts his hands, examining them. “There’s nothing wrong with my hands.”
“They’re like tiny T-Rex hands.” I pull my elbows into my sides, mimicking a tyrannosaurus rex. “Too small to punch somebody effectively.”
He bursts out laughing, causing me to laugh too. I cover my mouth, so the people around us don’t hate me for being too loud.
“T-Rex hands,” he says. “I’ve never heard that before.”
I slow my giggles. “I was only kidding. Nothing about you is small.” A blush tints my cheeks as I realize what I just said. “That sounded bad. I just meant—”
Park raises his palm, stopping me. “You just said what every man wants to hear.”
I cover my eyes with my hand as if I can hide from my embarrassment. “I definitely didn’t mean it that way.”
“No, no. You can’t take it back. You’ve seen so much of me today that even if you didn’t mean it that way, I’d never believe that it wasn’t a Freudian slip.” He folds his arms across his chest in a puffed-up way. “So I’m accepting the compliment.”
“Wow.” I push on his shoulder. “Don’t let it go to your head or anything.”
“I’ll try not to.” His blue eyes sparkle with flirty mischievousness, making me flush. I need to take all three ceiling vents in my row, open them to max airflow, and point them at my hot and bothered face.
The overhead lights turn off so passengers can sleep if they want to.
Park glances up. “What are you going to do on the flight? Sleep? Watch a movie?”
I want to keep talking to him, but this is a red-eye flight. Everyone knows that most people sleep on these flights. The flight attendants barely give service. I don’t want to be the reason why Park doesn’t get his beauty rest. Not that he needs beauty rest. No, his face is already pretty exquisite without it, but I have to taper things down, or else I’ll look too eager.
“Sleep.” I pull out my AirPods and an eye mask from my shoulder purse and hold them up. “These are essential for red-eye flights.”
“It looks like you’re all set.”
“I guess so, unless you’re volunteering to be my pillow.”
“I think resting your head on me is less intimate than half the things we’ve done today, so feel free to lean over.”
“We’ll see how it goes.” I smile as I put my AirPods in and the mask over my forehead.
Park smiles back. “Sweet dreams.”
If he’s in them, I know they’ll be sweet.
Then I pull down the mask over my eyes.
TEN
PARK
December 19
Drip.
