As soon as Lila settled into her seat on the plane, she knew it was going to be a long flight. But as she gazed out the window, she suddenly felt the presence of another person settling into the seat beside her. She turned to see a handsome man with long hair and tattoos on his arms. He introduced himself as Gunnar.
"You mind if I stretch out a bit?" he asked.
"Not at all," Lila replied, scooting over to give him more room.
As the plane took off, Lila tried to focus on her book, but she couldn't ignore the heat radiating off of Gunnar's body. Suddenly, she felt his hand brush against her thigh, sending a chill up her spine. She looked at him, unsure of what to do.
"Sorry about that," he said apologetically. "Just stretching."
But Lila could tell there was something more there. She found herself staring at his muscular arms as he stretched, wishing she could touch him.
Suddenly, Gunnar leaned in close to her, his breath hot on her ear. "You know," he whispered, "I can't help but notice how fucking sexy you look in that dress."