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there’s a part of me that’s relishing in Andrew’s attention, grateful to be let out of the confined box I’ve kept my emotions in for so long. But even as handsome as he is and how this little exchange is making me feel, we’re still just two strangers on a plane, sharing a space for a period of time. Any delusion of something between us is just that, a delusion.
    I gulp down the last of my juice before gently setting it on the tray. His clear crystal blues drop to my lips before slowly making their way back to my eyes. And that’s when I feel something stir deep inside me; like a million butterflies have been released and are trying to escape all at once. Andrew doesn’t look at me in a way I’m used to, one that feeds my fears and doubts. Instead, there’s a heat in his eyes, along with a cool caution, as if he’s not sure what’s going on between us either.
    I swallow loudly and return to eating my muffin, desperate for some sort of distraction. He watches me intently as I go about picking apart the muffin top.
    “Would you like a piece of the best part?” I ask, turning my head and holding out a chunk of the muffin to him.
    “No, thank you. With the way your stomach rumbled earlier you should eat the whole thing,” he says. My tongue darts out of my mouth, wetting my lower lip in another nervous gesture, as I shake my head.
    “Really, I’m getting quite full and I’d hate to see this magnificent muffin top go to waste,” I plead to him with my eyes and he gives me a very shy grin.
    “Well when you put it that way, how can I resist.” We smile at each other simultaneously as I break apart a piece for Andrew. Our fingers connect, sending another jolt of heat coursing through my bloodstream. That one simple contact is enough to make me lose all my senses except for the ones that pertain to Andrew. The jet engines, the murmuring of the other passengers, even the annoying red-headed attendant all fall away as I solely focus on Andrew.
    My eyes are drawn to his mouth as he chews, watching the muscles in his jaw flex with each small movement. He closes his eyes briefly and I take advantage of the moment to admire his features, especially his long lashes as they fan out against the rise of his cheekbones. The day old stubble on his chin has my fingers itching to run along his jawline as he finishes chewing the last of the muffin, his throat working to swallow the food.
    Andrew slowly opens his eyes and I’m gifted with that heartbreaking smile once again, having been caught with my wide eyes staring at him. Crap. I quickly look away and pick off a piece of the muffin for myself and place it in my mouth. A satisfied humming sound echoes in the back of my throat as I savor the sweet and fruity taste. I’m amazed at how good the pastry is, especially for being airline food. He reaches over and lightly brushes away a stray crumb that was in the corner of my mouth with his thumb and I momentarily freeze. My eyes make contact with his, not knowing what to do or say at this moment. Andrew looks deep in thought but retracts his thumb as a flash of something crosses his face. I don’t know what it was, but the lingering feeling of his skin touching mine remains.
    “You had a little piece there on your lips. I hope you don’t mind.” His voice is low and seductive, like smooth dark chocolate, and my eyes follow the movement of his tongue as it gently sweeps over his bottom lip. Oh, why did he have to do that? The onslaught of images and scenarios begin running rampant through my overstimulated brain. Showing all the possibilities of what that tongue could do and what it would feel like as it traces the curves of my body. How it would worship every inch of me.
    I suddenly feel overly warm as I squirm in my seat.
    “No, I don’t mind. Thank you.” My voice is barely above a whisper as I take in a few short breaths, trying to re-inflate my lungs with precious air. Get it together Tessa. You’re going to scare