Ryan's POV
There was nothing that could make a flight seem even longer like sharing it with someone that was trying to laser you with their eyes.
Being that he was currently on a private jet with a woman that he was going to marry, Ryan should not have been experiencing such a thing, but he was.
Looking anywhere but at the person currently glaring daggers at him, Ryan tried to close his eyes and get some sleep. But Vivian's piercing glare was just too strong. Finally giving up and opening his eyes, he looked over at her and smiled his most charming smile, the one that had made many ladies swoon at just the mere sight of it, Vivian Rose though, might as well have been a block of ice given how cold she remained.
"Sweetheart, it is not so bad," He said and that earned him an even icier glare.
