Bab 125: Chapter 125

Cyrus

The door to the airplane cracked open with a hiss and when the outside air rushed in, it wasn’t as muggy as the state we left. Imogen lifted her head from my shoulder and blinked, her eyes peering into the space.

"I’m sorry we couldn’t take the chopper all the way to Maine," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt and waiting for her to do the same.

She stood from her seat, stretched, and then pulled her hair back, re-affixing her ponytail. I’d woken up to her already more than once, but as she gently snored beside me while her head rested on my shoulder, I noticed a contentment unlike anything I had in life.

"Cyrus, it’s fine," she said, slipping out from the short row of seats into the middle aisle.

I followed right behind her, not wanting her to get too far ahead of me. We weren’t in immediate danger, but I didn’t think I’d ever be safe. "It would just cause too many refuels in a chopper."