“May I?”
I nod. Emmet has been taking care of me since I bumped into him. He might be a stranger, but I trust him. He arranges the blanket over me and tucks it in, cocooning me up to my neck. Even my arms are snugly beneath the blanket.
“How is that?”
“Nice.”
He smiles. “I’m going to put the eye mask on you next, all right?”
My brain stutters. For a moment, I imagine we’re in a bedroom, rather than a plane, and he’s a Dom, asking to blindfold me. Heck, he’s already effectively restrained me. Wait. He didn’t bat an eyelid when I mentioned Micah is a Daddy. Or that he, Rett, and Zeke are all in a relationship together. And he’s been taking care of me. Is Emmet a Dom?
“Ty?”
Oh, right, he’s waiting for my permission. My permission. Emmet’s a Dom.
I almost blurt out ‘green’, but instead manage to stutter, “Y-yes. That’s fine.”
The last thing I see before he puts the eye mask on me is the kind sparkle in his eyes and his gentle smile. The eye mask blocks all light.
“And now the headphones,” he says. “I’ll be right here, Ty. I’m not going anywhere.”
“For the whole flight?”
He chuckles. “Yes. Although I reserve the right to go to the bathroom.”
I laugh nervously. “Thank you.” I bite my lower lip to stop myself from calling him ‘Sir’.
He puts the headphones over my ears. It’s weird. They cut out almost all the noise, replacing it with what I can only describe as a vacuum of sound. It’s not silent, just oddly quiet. He puts his hand over mine, making me wish the blanket wasn’t separating his skin from mine. I recline into a slightly more comfortable position. Emmet must have put my seat back. He strokes my hand through the blanket, a calming, comforting motion that helps me drift into relaxation. The compression of the blanket, the darkness of the eye mask, and the muffling effect of the headphones make me oddly weightless. For the first time since I boarded the plane, my heart rate settles into a normal rhythm, my breathing calms, and everything drifts away.
“Ty.”
I wake with a start. “Huh?”
Emmet chuckles as he removes the eye mask and headphones. Light and sound crash into me, an overwhelming cacophony that takes a moment to adjust to.
“We’ll be coming into land soon,” Emmet says, putting the mask and headphones away.
“We— What?”
He stows his bag in the overhead locker. “You fell asleep.”
“And missed the whole flight?”
“Most of it, yes.”
I gape at him. “Are you a magician or something?”
He laughs. “A magician?”
“Yes! I was terrified, and then you worked some kind of magic and sent me to sleep.”
“It wasn’t magic.”
I’m not sure I believe him. “You’re amazing,” I whisper.
The plane dips, and there’s athunk. My heart goes into overdrive again.
“That was the landing gear going down. Look out the window.”
