"How are you holding up?" Damien asked.
I swallowed the vomit and pried an eye open. I thought my fear of heights would be better in an airplane. I was wrong. His brow furrowed in worry as he stared at me.
I gave him a thumbs up and glanced at the closed window beside me. It was the only thing that kept me from spilling my guts on those plush floors.
I wondered how much the repairs would cost. Probably a few hundred dollars.
"Do you want me to get you a glass of water?" he offered.
I shook my head and shut my eyes tightly.
"How can I make you feel better?" he asked.
I kept my eyes shut. "Distract me with the fact that we're thousands of feet up in the air in this—"
The words drowned in my throat when I felt his lips pressed down on mine. I wrapped my arms around him as I moved my lips on his slowly.
The kiss was all I needed. It kept me grounded and brought back memories of our unfinished business back in the car.
