Anya’s POV
It wasn’t rough.
It wasn’t possessive.
Just… there.
Guiding me gently, steadying me, like he was making sure I didn’t trip or miss a step. My body reacted before my mind did. A small shiver ran through me, and I held my breath without meaning to. He didn’t say anything, and I didn’t look back. But I was very aware of his hand until it finally dropped away.
When we reached the top, his hand dropped away, and I felt oddly unsteady without it.
Inside the jet, everything felt expensive. The soft leather seats, the warm lighting, the quiet hum of the plane. It smelled clean and faintly masculine, like him. I glanced around, taking it all in, trying not to look too impressed.
We took our seats across from each other. The space between us felt intimate in a way I wasn’t ready fo
