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.
as ever, eyes locked on his tablet. His fingers moved with sharp precision across the screen, tapping and swiping
furrowed, lips pressed together in that way he had when he was concentrating. The
then her heart stuttered. Because the pillow under
It was him.
had jolted upright, heat
how did this happen?!" she burst
gaze finally leaving the tablet. A smile curved onto his lips, patient and
with infuriating calm, "you put your head on my shoulder. That’s how
tangled and tripped over each
seeming to be enjoying the view of her flustered
face to the window, refusing to let him
lap, her guilt piling higher. She must have just slumped onto him in her sleep. Used him like
If anything, his lips curled higher. He had studied her, wide eyes, lashes still heavy from sleep, her cheeks painted with colors she didn’t know how to hide. Probably thinking
softened because
his voice clear and unhurried, like each word was chosen with care. "You can use my shoulder... or my lap as
had struck her
than fire. She shot up so suddenly the
far end of the jet as if escape could erase the echo of his words in her
He watched her retreat, half hidden behind her own embarrassment, and let
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