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Elaine

I sighed in content as Max and I walk down the aisle of the plane to our seats. It was Tuesday already, so we were headed back to New York. Upon my request, Max had worked things out with the plane officials to let me stay close to the window so I could look down as our plane coursed through the white clouds, the cities below looking like little dollhouses. But something told me that Max was up to something, judging by the mischievous glint in his eyes.

I was right.

Before I could have the chance to sit, I gasped when he carried me, laughing as he plopped down to sit with me on his lap. Butterflies flutter in my stomach and my heart felt as though it was about to burst out from my chest. “What are you doing?” I asked, giggling while glancing around cautiously. First class passengers weren't normally much, so there were some empty seats, but still. “You know we could get into trouble if a flight attendant catches us this way, baby.”

“Who made up that rule?” he snorted, tucking a