Chapter 620: Bright Eyes

Her forehead pressed lightly against the window, Nnenna closed her eyes. The hum of the engines seemed to echo her heart, steady and distant. And then, her mind slipped back.

Her mind drifted, unbidden, back to that day with Somto, bright eyes, confident smiles, a future neither of them could predict.

That first time. That first journey across the continent.

She had not woken in her own bed, no. She had woken cocooned in warmth, her body sinking into a softness that felt too perfect to question.

A blanket she didn’t remember pulling over herself. A pillow so warm and solid that it erased every trace of the nightmares she usually carried in her sleep.

Only when her fingers reached for her phone did the numbers on the screen snap her halfway awake.

Ten hours?

Her eyes had shot open. I slept that long? The realization was absurd, but her body felt so weightless, so deeply rested, it almost made sense.

She stretched, letting the comfort linger a second more, until her ears picked up something rhythmic. A soft tapping, right beside her.

She turned her head.

Somto.

ever, eyes locked on his tablet. His fingers moved with sharp precision across the screen, tapping and swiping like he was conducting some

lips pressed together in that way he had when he was concentrating. The glow

pillow under her cheek, wasn’t

It was him.

had jolted upright, heat exploding

burst out before she

turned, his calm gaze finally leaving the tablet. A smile curved onto his lips, patient

put your head on my shoulder.

"What?! No—I didn’t! Did I? I—uh—you—" Her words tangled and tripped over each other, collapsing like a

low, warm. He leaned back slightly, seeming to be enjoying the view of her flustered expression. "You looked like

quickly turned her face to the window, refusing to

between them. Her hands twisted in her lap, her guilt piling higher. She must have just slumped onto him in her sleep. Used him like a piece of furniture. The thought was

heavy from sleep, her cheeks painted with colors she didn’t know how to hide. Probably thinking she

softened because she would never forget

word was chosen with care. "You can use my shoulder... or my lap as a pillow... anytime

words had struck

could remember her face turning crimson, hotter than fire. She shot up

you—I mean no thank you—I’m fine!" she stammered, bolting to the far end of the jet as if escape could erase the echo

in his seat. He watched her retreat, half hidden behind her own embarrassment, and let

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