Fifty Two

May’s POV

The humid air of the Lanzarote Airport clung to my skin as we strode through the arrival gate, and I just couldn’t wait until we were in the car already. At least, I was sure the car would have an air conditioning feature, so it would cool me down a little.

I should have tried to tie up my hair in a bun before stepping off the plane but I didn’t think it was going to be this uncomfortable. My hair was sticking to my neck and making it feel itchy against my skin.

If only I had thought of so many things, like the clothes I was wearing right now.

I was wearing thick clothes, a form-fitting black pants that were free from the knee, with a black Cropped Grain de Poudre Wool Vest, so I was uncomfortable. I should have checked what the weather was like before getting dressed this morning.

It was late afternoon, and we had been sitting on that plane for approximately seven hours if I hadn’t miscalculated. The sun was just about ducking in the sky, so you should know how uncomfo