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“Like what?”

His s, just like Madox himself

“Like you’re waiting for me to pounce on you”

With a slight tilt of ive Madox words he’s told me before “Your answer is in your question”

Today

There’s so that makes me horny Not full blown, not like that Just… turned on a little Like a sen

Maybe it’s fear; the perceived danger, even though I know logically it’s the safest way to travel Still, as the engine rumbles and roars in my ears, I feel the vibrations intensify under rip the edge of the seat

Pathetic, aren’t you? Is your life really that boring? My inner voice is a bitch, but she’s not wrong

The snide thought makes me smirk, even while my heart lurches as the plane finally leaves the safety of land I aliven I’ers, all of us headed from San Francisco to New York

It’s a long flight to sit this close to so a polite and tight-lipped sht, in the middle seat The woman and the man next to her in the aisle seat, who I assu their neck pillows to nap and neither of them pays me any attention

Thank God

Leaning closer to theto glance out, placing h me as my heartbeat slows back down

Ti muffled by the white noise of the plane, and as the plane settles, so does that feeling deep in my belly

My grip goes from white knuckled to loose, and my pulse returns to normal The jitters that hit me for a brief moht, those jitters eventually subside The desire fades too

It’s not always like this

I know part of the reason I feel this way is because I’hts of him make for a deadly concoction

It’s odd to think of New York as if it’s dole man But he’s the only one who’s always ruled it as far as I’ers