The Flight Attendant: CH. 2

CHAPTER TWO: HARD LANDING

WHEN I PULLED THE BLANKET OFF, what I saw next did two things. First—it fried my brain, the whole thing short-circuited. It felt like I’d stepped into a puddle with a live wire submerged in it—sharp, immediate. Second—he smiled, and it was like God had opened the heavens and sent me this beautiful specimen of a man. I thought he’d be completely naked, but he wasn’t. He was wearing a white, thick-banded jockstrap. The bulge pressing against it made me take a second look as I scanned his body, slower this time.

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