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The sound of his voice causes relief to wash through me.
My eyes dart nervously to Tara. She raises her eyebrow at me, letting me take the floor.
“How bad of a flier you are.” I pull Nico’s chair out, and he sits beside me. “You take up both of the armrests.”
“Middle row gets both armrests. Better remember that for our flight tomorrow.”
Chapter23
Lily
“Just stick it in.”I peek over at Nico fumbling with my portable battery pack. “It’s not hard.”
“Sticking things in when they’re hard has never been an issue for me.” He huffs and continues to prod, tap, and probe his phone.
Of course he forgot to charge it last night and the battery is barely hanging on.
He insisted on being responsible for the boarding passes because of his ridiculous airline reward program.
“Why isn’t it pulling up?” Nico’s nose wrinkles. “You saw that I scanned them when we got to the airport.”
I give him a soft nudge. “Hurry, there are six people ahead of us.”
We’re gonna be the last ones to board the flight, but hell, at least we made it.
My heart still pounds in my ears after our sprint from the security checkpoint to the gate. We had to stop to gather Nico’s carry-on explosion, which included a colorful array of my bikinis and his boxers for the entire airport to see.
My mind hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the fact that Nico bought me a ticket to Brazil even though I literallysawhim transfer it at the wedding.
Or did I?
I peer over at his fumbling. Now is the perfect time to catch him off guard.
“Hey,” I say coyly. “So, I found out the most interesting thing yesterday.”
He doesn’t glance up from the distraction of his phone. “What’s that?”
“Apparently, you can’t transfer plane tickets from one person to another.”
“Yeah, the airlines don’t let you,” he admits. Nico’s eyes widen with realization, and he spins toward me. “Wait, I mean—”
The admission almost turns me into a puddle where I’m standing.Am I supposed to be flattered or upset at him for keeping this from me?
“I fucking knew it.” I didn’t until my conversation with Tara yesterday, but he doesn’t need to know all the details. “You bought me a plane ticket to Brazil before I ever agreed to come with you?”
“Uhh…”
I guess I’m not really mad—if anything, buying me a ticket without the certainty I would go with him was thoughtful—but why wouldn’t he tell me?
Probably because I wouldn’t have accepted it.
Would I have?
Was this entire thing just a ploy to get me into bed or is this his version of being romantic?
“Passports and boarding passes, please.” A ticket agent ropes Nico’s attention away from me. As soon as our items are deemed sufficient, he pockets them, grabs the handles of our carry-ons, and starts down the metal ramp.
I hurry after him. “Nico, don’t ignore me.” His footsteps rattle the jetway. “You can’t just run away from something so big.”
