Dove
I sat on the seat of the jet with my hands firmly on my lap in hopes my palms would stop sweating. They didn't. I didn't think they ever would as I constantly shifted in my seat trying to get comfortable.
We were going to Milan. The place of my dreams and my biggest wish list so far however, Miley wouldn't be joining us this time since it was a creative trip and she felt she'd be better off back at the office in Miami then just aimlessly tagging along.
She had boarded her first class flight to Miami this morning leaving Bucky and I all alone. That was the intimidating part. Bucky and I were all alone after spending a week together in Paris. With Miley it diffused the tension between us. Not that it made me uncomfortable but it did make my heart race.
