“I’ll circle back later,” I tease.
I don’t remember drifting off, but apparently, I did. So did Willow, who is snuggled with me under the large throw blanket. The now-empty bowl of popcorn is on the coffee table.
Demyen comes over and very carefully lifts Willow into his arms. She fusses a little in her sleep, but he hushes her and rocks her in his arms until she nestles close and calms.
Fuck. The things he does to my heart and my ovaries.
He gestures with his head to the door that leads to the bedroom, and I take that as a cue to follow him.
Holy s**t. It’s easy to forget we’re on a plane—this place is massive. The king-sized bed takes up most of the room, but there’s a closet like he said and plenty of space to relax at the vanity, if needed. The bed itself looks luxurious with silk
