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“A
nd you said the desserts were nothing to write home about. Well,
this chocolate cake tells a different story, pal,” I talked over my
surprisingly amazing in-flight dessert. “Do you think I could ask
for another serving?” I hummed in pleasure.
Heck, it was so good that I wasn’t even ashamed to do that.
Not even with Aaron occupying the lush first-class seat beside me. Oh
yeah, because, apparently, I flew in first class now. I still hadn’t figured out
exactly how I had let him ask—or rather demand—for an upgrade of my
economy seat without even putting up a fight. But I knew it had included him
throwing an arm over my shoulders and uttering the word girlfriend. Which,
in hindsight, I knew it had blindsided me enough to somehow nod like a fool
and place my passport on the check-in counter.
He lowered the newspaper he had been hiding behind and revealed a
cocked eyebrow. “Pal?”
“Silence. I’m having a moment with my cake.”
He sighed and returned to his reading.
Holding my spoon in the air, I hesitated before taking it to my mouth.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know? Paying for the upgrade of my tickets
is too much.”
I heard a noncommittal grunt come from him.
“I’m serious, Aaron.”
“I thought you wanted to eat in silence.”
“I’ll give you back the money when we return from the trip. You are
doing enough as it is.”
Aaron’s sigh followed my words almost immediately. “There’s no need.