Nico
The silence that followed after we landed was expected, but thankfully it was drowned out by the heavy, rhythmic lashing of tropical rain against the metal skin of the jet.
I had embarrassed myself in front of Alaric yet again, and I had sniffed him. Goodness, I had sniffed him, and he smelled so good.
But the truth was that I wasn't the only one who had been embarrassed. Alaric had been hard. He was hard for me yet again, like last time. Crazy, but I liked it.
When it was time to get off the plane, I couldn't look at him. I hid my face in my hoodie.
Richard was the first to move. He stood at the center of the aisle and lowered his head in apology. "I apologize for the inconvenience. We will resume our flight tomorrow, but for now, I already made preparations as soon as we landed. There's a ride waiting at the edge of the tarmac. A local driver who has your name will be waiting," he swallowed hard and then wiped a bead of sweat from his upper lip.
