CHAPTER 43
As she fell on his lap, one of his arms was snaked around her waist. She blinked, bewildered at what happened. His jacket was dropped on the floor when he pulled her. She felt the warmth of his body through the fabric she was wearing. She seemed out of breath like she ran a marathon. And the man was breathing in sync with her.
Her bare shoulder was almost touching the side of his face. His other hand was across her body, still gripping the arm where he grabbed her to him. She did not feel the coldness inside the plane, not in his arms. She was staring straight into his eyes, which were gazing back at her intensely. Her heartbeat was thundering inside her chest. The way he looked at her was as if seeing through her soul. She was going to get lost in those forest green eyes of his.
