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blood on my face. The world was already starting to get that hazy glow to it, and that
    wonderful relaxed feeling wanted to take over. With Ezra so close to me, I had the strangest urge to kiss him.
    That was just the blood talking, so I lowered my head before I could accidentally act on it.
    We walked back to our seats, him with his arm on me to steady me. It took all my strength to keep
    from stumbling or doing anything ridiculous. All the colors seemed to shine brighter. My shirt looked like
    grass, and I wanted to pet it, but Ezra was sliding me into the seat.
    “How are you feeling?” Ezra whispered as he buckled me back in.
    “Dreamy,” I murmured with a hazy smile on my lips.
    Before he had even put the bag back in the overhead compartment, I had passed out. It was that
    wonderful really heavy, deep sleep that most people only dreamed about getting on an
    airplane. Even with
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    Ezra’s new threats about sharks and this gnawing ache for Jack, I slept soundlessly the entire way to Finland.
    Ezra started to gently shake me awake, and somewhere while I had been sleeping, he’d
    gotten me a
    pillow and blanket to sleep with. He had a blanket folded on his lap, and I wondered if he’d slept at all. I had
    managed to sleep through an entire eight hour flight, but I’m sure he barely closed his eyes.
    “We’re about to touch down in Helsinki,” Ezra informed me quietly.
    “Really?” I yawned and stretched a little, then looked out my window. It was dark out, but the city was
    aglow with twinkley lights. “What time is it?”
    “It’s ten o’clock, Wednesday,” Ezra answered.
    “Oh.” My brain scrambled to figure when we left, but it didn’t seem right. “Wait. Did we leave at ten
    on Tuesday? We haven’t been en route for twenty-four hours.”
    “There’s a time change. It’s only two pm in Minneapolis. You might suffer a bit of jet lag, but then
    again, thanks to that nice nap you had, you might not,” he smiled at me.
    “I hope not.” In truth, I didn’t even really know what jet lag was, but from what I heard, it didn’t
    sound like something I’d want to suffer from.
    A flight attendant came to collect our blankets, and the captain came on, saying things about making
    the descent into Helsinki. Then he repeated the same message in Finnish, or at least I
    assumed he did since I
    didn’t understand a word of it. As we got closer, I realized the city was much more stunning than I had
    expected it to be. In my mind, it had been more of a cold, desolate looking place, but in reality, it looked kind
    of glamorous and historical, like the way I imagined Paris or London to look. Not that I had ever seen either
    of them to have any real comparison.
    “This is where Peter went to live off the grid?” I asked skeptically as I admired the
    architecture.
    “No, he’s not here,” Ezra shook his head. “We have one more flight to make.”
    “Really?” I wrinkled my nose. Even though I had slept through this flight, my body felt stiff, and I
    was sick of sitting around waiting.
    “Just up to northern Finland, in the Lapland,” Ezra said as if that meant anything to me at all. “I’ll
    explain more once we land. We have another layover.”
    “Fantastic,” I sighed.
    Getting off the plane, I noticed for the first time how well everything must sit with Ezra. He hadn’t
    slept in I don’t know how long and he’d just been sitting on a plane the entire time, but his clothes weren’t
    even wrinkled. He wore a buttoned down white shirt with some kind off shiny white pattern hidden on it, and
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    as always, he left a few of the top buttons on done, as if he wasn’t tantalizing enough. He wore fitted jeans, as
    had I, which looked out of place when he got off the plane. Most people wore much more
    comfortable
    clothes for a long flight, but neither of us really seemed to mind. Everyone was looking at him, noticing how
    stunning he looked, and I realized belatedly that they were looking at me