AllFreeNovel
Share Us
All it takes is a change in the hydraulic pressure in my veins to turn my world into a special hell.
It’s why I try so hard to just be happy when I can.
To counterbalance these moments of sheer torture and enjoy the good times while I have them.
That’s definitely not now.
It feels like years pass before I can breathe again.
I can’t stop the tears that leak out, trickling down my face. The pain is too deep, but it starts to ease up, so I no longer feel like I’m going to shatter by the time the ding sounds that tells us we can unbuckle our seat belts, use our devices, and enjoy a six-hour nonstop flight from coast to coast.
I’m suddenly glad I picked a night flight. Even without opening my eyes, I can tell the people around me are just settling in to sleep, and those who aren’t sleeping will stay quiet for those who are.
By the time we land, I’ll be stable again.
Until then, I can at least keep my overhead light off and try to settle in.
I hear a faint click over my head, followed by a second one to my side, grounding me where I am. I’m still clawing armrests.
I’m also holding my breath.
I exhale in a rush and slowly peel my fingers loose from their death grip one by one. Wary of the lights, I crack one eye open—but my overhead light is off, though I’m sure I didn’t turn it off.
As I open my other eye, I realize the overhead light next to me is off too.
Oof.
Jet Daddy knows I exist.
He’s watching me so intently my lungs stop working.
He still has that cold, reserved look of disinterest bordering on disdain. His winter-blue eyes could gut someone if he glanced at them too fast.
But he’s holding something out to me.
Something that resembles the same dark-blue silk as his tie.
The pocket square from his suit?
Oh.
He noticed.
He noticed I was crying, and I don’t know what to make of that. But if he’s offering ...
My movements are creaky as I reach for the silk gift with a trembling smile.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Amazing how a headache on steroids can screw up my entire body this badly. “Sorry, mister. Um, like I said, migraines. The medicine hasn’t kicked in yet.”
He doesn’t say anything.
He just looks away from me and leans forward to retrieve his laptop and fold his tray table down.
Seriously, this guy is weird.
But his strangeness is a welcome distraction, if I’m being honest.
