93: Us

BLAIR

When I woke up from my nap, it took me a few minutes to realize we’re in the air. On our way to our honeymoon. Lucian wasn’t in the room. But he was the one to bring me there. I could remember being in the chair last.

I stretched before getting off the bed and walking to the other side of the plane. I found him sitting, still on his phone as he typed furiously.

I knew he was a workaholic, but I’m seeing the extent of it now. There was a calmness to him that he didn’t have right now. Something I’ve noticed from the first time we met. He’d seemed like a robot, pretty much acted like one too. But when he got to his home, he became more relaxed. Now he is back to being that stiff monster I disliked.

I didn’t know I was frowning until he spoke.

“Bad sleep?” I looked up at him and he was already watching me. The phone he’d been seconds away from breaking with his fast typing was on the table, face down.

That simple act made my heart want to skip a beat. It meant he was giving me his f