Xander hears and knocks on the door. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just fine,” I mutter, but I can already feel a pounding headache emerging.
I pee and wash my hands, then unlock the door before slipping the blindfold back on.
“I’m ready,” I say, reaching for him.
“That’s my butt, Thea.” I can hear the laughter in his voice. The fabric of his clothes rustles as he turns around.
“You have a nice butt, I can’t help myself, I also can’t see,” I hiss.
He grabs my wandering hand before I can grip anything else and guides me back to the seat. “We have a layover soon,” he warns me.
“Great,” I mumble. I’ve already slept all I think I can sleep, and if he’s got me blindfolded that means I can’t even watch a movie, and there’s only so much music I can listen to before I go crazy.
Maybe that’s his plan—to make me go crazy. I’m already halfway to insane so it wouldn’t be a stretch.
I lay my head back against the seat, and surprisingly, I fall back to sleep.
It isn’t long until he’s waking me up to depart the plane. I’m pretty sure I growl at him. I don’t like my sleep disturbed.
Soon, though, another problem arises. My stomach rumbles angrily.
“I’m starving,” I tell Xander. “We need to eat something.”
“We will,” he says. “Let’s just find our gate first.”
After he locates our gate, he promptly drags me away and into one of the airport restaurants. I smell cheeseburgers and my mouth waters.
Xander guides me to a table and removes the blindfold. “I’m putting this back on you before we leave.”
I sigh. A small reprieve is better than none. “Fine,” I mutter reluctantly.
“I’ll order our food,” he says, striding away. His hair is a mess from sleeping on the plane, but he still looks good to me.
He returns a few minutes later with our drinks and a slip of paper with our order number.
I sip at the soda, trying to ignore the rumbling of my stomach.
“How much longer until we get to where we’re going?” I ask.
He shrugs. “A couple of hours.”
“By a couple of hours, do you mean two or …?” He looks away. “Xander,” I whine.
“It’s better if I don’t tell you.”
“Ugh,” I groan, just as our order number is called. He goes to grab it and comes back with two cheeseburgers and two orders of fries.
I grab my cheeseburger and bite into it, suppressing a moan. I must still make some kind of noise because Xander snickers.
“So hungry,” I mutter. I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and I have no idea what time it is. Frankly, I don’t want to ask.
I devour my cheeseburger and fries in record time, but I still feel hungry.
“I’m going to go get a milkshake. Do you want one?”
He shakes his head. “I’ll get it for you.” He wipes his hands on a napkin and hops up to get in line before I can blink.