A perverse part of me wanted to make a joke about him being anxious to hook up with the flight attendant he’d met on the way to Los Angeles from Miami, but the remark died on my lips. Probably because I thought maybe it was close to the truth. Or maybe I was being unfair like I had been before. Jealousy was an ugly thing.
When I rubbed my fingers up his arm to his shoulder, Zach’s pursed lips curved upward.
“Like that?”
“Are you flirting with me, Mick?”
I chuckled. “My version of it anyway.”
“Let me finish this, and then I’m all yours,” Zach promised.
I nodded and turned onto my back, closing my eyes.
“No falling asleep.”
I smiled. “You can wake me up if I do.”
And somehow I must have dozed off, because my eyelids fluttered open when I felt Zach’s fingers on my cheek.
“Sleeping beauty,” he murmured, leaning over me to fasten his lips to mine.
“You finished?” I asked when he let me up for air. His laptop was gone, and it was just the two of us on the bed.