naked curiosity in his eyes as they

naked curiosity in his eyes as they moved over my face.
“May I introduce my wife,” Miles said. “Riley, this is Jonathon Calla, my father’s private steward. Jonathon, this is my wife, Riley Thorn.”
I rarely heard my name attached to Miles’, so it was always kind of jarring. I managed to control my reaction this time, however, forcing a smile that felt too heavy on my facial muscles as I accepted Jonathan’s light handshake.
“Welcome to the family, Mrs. Thorn,” Jonathon said, as he gestured toward the plane. “Everything is set up for you. Please, make yourselves at home.”
Miles led the way to the steps, letting go of my hand and pressing his against the small of my back. Even after all these months, I was still unused to him touching me. Not that he did it often. But it was still odd—and a little thrilling—to feel the heat of his hand against my back, even with the thin linen of my dress between us.
The plane was like so many I’d seen on television and in the movies. It sported a half-dozen, leather-clad chairs, thick carpet, and expensive accents. I caught myself running my fingers over the fine-grain wood that was the arm rests of each chair. Miles stayed close to me, directing me to a chair toward the center of the cabin. I sat next to the window, and he sat beside me, quickly fastening his seatbelt and gesturing for me to do the same.
I’ve flown twice in my entire life—to Florida and back to Texas. This was definitely a new experience for me. Jonathon brought Miles a whiskey without being asked, and a glass of red wine for me. When I tasted it, I realized it was a similar vintage to the one Miles and I had shared over dinner the night he proposed his crazy scheme for us to marry. I glanced at him, but he was staring at his cellphone, occupied with a text message displayed on the screen.
I stared out the window, as the crew prepared the plane for takeoff. The longer we sat there, the more nervous I became until I grabbed Miles’ hand as the engines rumbled beneath us and the plane began to move.
“You’re perfectly safe,” he said, leaning close to me so that only I could hear his words. “It’s much more dangerous to drive across town than it is to fly in an airplane.”
“Yes, well, I’d rather be behind the wheel at the moment, thank you.”
“You can’t always be in control.”
“I don’t want to always be in control. Just right now.”
He chuckled softly near my ear. “You are stubborn.”
I would have argued, but the plane chose that moment to leave the ground. I don’t know what it was about being in such a small plane that made this moment so much worse than the overcrowded commercial jet we’d flown in earlier, but it did. I turned to him and buried my face in the side of his shoulder, a small groan slipping from my lips. He turned into me, my head sliding closer to his throat as he pressed his free hand against the side of my head.
It would have been a nice moment if I hadn’t been so frightened—and if he hadn’t been laughing.

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naked curiosity in his eyes as they moved over my face.“May I introduce my wife,” Miles said. “Riley, this is Jonathon Calla, my father’s private steward. Jonathon, this is my wife, Riley Thorn.”I rarely heard my name attached to Miles’, so it was always kind of jarring. I managed to control my reaction this time, however, forcing a smile that felt too heavy on my facial muscles as I accepted Jonathan’s light handshake.“Welcome to the family, Mrs. Thorn,” Jonathon said, as he gestured toward the plane. “Everything is set up for you. Please, make yourselves at home.”Miles led the way to the steps, letting go of my hand and pressing his against the small of my back. Even after all these months, I was still unused to him touching me. Not that he did it often. But it was still odd—and a little thrilling—to feel the heat of his hand against my back, even with the thin linen of my dress between us.The plane was like so many I’d seen on television and in the movies. It sported a half-dozen, leather-clad chairs, thick carpet, and expensive accents. I caught myself running my fingers over the fine-grain wood that was the arm rests of each chair. Miles stayed close to me, directing me to a chair toward the center of the cabin. I sat next to the window, and he sat beside me, quickly fastening his seatbelt and gesturing for me to do the same.I’ve flown twice in my entire life—to Florida and back to Texas. This was definitely a new experience for me. Jonathon brought Miles a whiskey without being asked, and a glass of red wine for me. When I tasted it, I realized it was a similar vintage to the one Miles and I had shared over dinner the night he proposed his crazy scheme for us to marry. I glanced at him, but he was staring at his cellphone, occupied with a text message displayed on the screen.I stared out the window, as the crew prepared the plane for takeoff. The longer we sat there, the more nervous I became until I grabbed Miles’ hand as the engines rumbled beneath us and the plane began to move.“You’re perfectly safe,” he said, leaning close to me so that only I could hear his words. “It’s much more dangerous to drive across town than it is to fly in an airplane.”“Yes, well, I’d rather be behind the wheel at the moment, thank you.”“You can’t always be in control.”“I don’t want to always be in control. Just right now.”He chuckled softly near my ear. “You are stubborn.”I would have argued, but the plane chose that moment to leave the ground. I don’t know what it was about being in such a small plane that made this moment so much worse than the overcrowded commercial jet we’d flown in earlier, but it did. I turned to him and buried my face in the side of his shoulder, a small groan slipping from my lips. He turned into me, my head sliding closer to his throat as he pressed his free hand against the side of my head.Ini akan menjadi moment yang jika saya belum pernah begitu ketakutan- dan jika dia tidak tertawa.

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keingintahuan telanjang di matanya saat mereka pindah di wajah saya.
"saya kenalkan istri saya," kata Miles. "Riley, ini Jonathon Calla, steward pribadi ayahku. Jonathon, ini adalah istri saya, Riley Thorn. "
Saya jarang mendengar nama saya yang melekat Miles ', jadi itu selalu jenis menggelegar. Saya berhasil mengendalikan reaksi saya saat ini, bagaimanapun, memaksa senyum yang merasa terlalu berat pada otot-otot wajah saya karena saya menerima jabat tangan cahaya Jonathan.
"Selamat datang di keluarga, Mrs. Thorn," kata Jonathon, sambil menunjuk ke arah pesawat. "Semuanya sudah diatur untuk Anda. Silakan, anggap saja rumah sendiri. "
Miles memimpin jalan dengan langkah-langkah, melepaskan tanganku dan menekan melawan punggung saya. Bahkan setelah berbulan-bulan, aku masih terpakai dia menyentuh saya. Bukan berarti ia melakukannya sering. Tapi itu masih aneh-dan mendebarkan-untuk sedikit merasakan panas dari tangannya di punggungku, bahkan dengan kain tipis gaun antara kami.
Pesawat itu seperti begitu banyak saya lihat di televisi dan di film. Ini memakai setengah lusin, kursi berbalut kulit, karpet tebal, dan aksen mahal. Aku menangkap diriku berlari jari saya selama kayu-butiran halus yang lengan bertumpu dari setiap kursi. Miles tinggal dekat dengan saya, mengarahkan saya ke kursi ke tengah kabin. Aku duduk di samping jendela, dan dia duduk di sampingku, cepat pengancing sabuk pengaman dan isyarat bagi saya untuk melakukan hal yang sama.
Saya sudah diterbangkan dua kali dalam seluruh hidup-ke Florida dan kembali ke Texas. Ini adalah pasti pengalaman baru bagi saya. Jonathon membawa Miles wiski tanpa diminta, dan segelas anggur merah bagi saya. Ketika saya mencicipinya, saya menyadari itu vintage mirip dengan yang Miles dan saya telah berbagi selama makan malam ia mengusulkan skema gila bagi kita untuk menikah. Aku meliriknya, tapi ia menatap ponselnya, sibuk dengan pesan teks yang ditampilkan pada layar.
Aku memandang ke luar jendela, sebagai kru mempersiapkan pesawat untuk lepas landas. Semakin lama kami duduk di sana, yang lebih gugup saya menjadi sampai aku meraih tangan Miles 'sebagai mesin bergemuruh di bawah kami dan pesawat mulai bergerak.
"Kau benar aman," katanya, bersandar dekat dengan saya sehingga hanya aku bisa mendengar kata-katanya. "Ini jauh lebih berbahaya untuk mengemudi di kota daripada terbang di pesawat terbang."
"Ya, baik, aku lebih suka berada di belakang kemudi pada saat ini, terima kasih."
"Anda tidak bisa selalu berada dalam kontrol. "
" saya tidak ingin selalu berada dalam kontrol. Hanya sekarang. "
Dia tertawa pelan di dekat telinga saya. "Kau keras kepala."
Saya akan berpendapat, tapi pesawat itu memilih saat itu untuk meninggalkan tanah. Aku tidak tahu apa itu tentang menjadi sedemikian pesawat kecil yang membuat saat ini jauh lebih buruk daripada jet komersial penuh sesak kami telah diterbangkan sebelumnya, tapi itu. Aku menoleh padanya dan membenamkan wajah saya di sisi bahunya, erangan kecil tergelincir dari bibirku. Dia berbalik ke saya, kepala saya meluncur lebih dekat ke tenggorokannya ketika dia menekan tangannya yang bebas terhadap sisi kepala saya.
Itu akan menjadi momen yang bagus jika saya belum pernah begitu ketakutan-dan jika ia tidak tertawa.