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Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 9
There’s a feeling that starts in the pit of your stomach—the kind that grows slowly, quietly, until you can no longer ignore it. That’s how I feel about Adrian Blackwell. It wasn’t like it happened all at once. It wasn’t some grand, dramatic moment where the world stopped and I suddenly realized I was in too deep. No, it was a thousand little things that piled up over time, a look here, a word there, until all of a sudden, I found myself thinking about him when I shouldn’t. And that scared me. I’ve never been one to let emotions get the best of me. As a flight attendant, I’ve learned how to keep things professional, how to stay detached, how to leave personal stuff at the door. People like Adrian? They’re out of my league. They live in a world that doesn’t intersect with mine, and I’ve always been okay with that. My job’s about taking care of people in the air, not about getting tangled up in their personal lives. But Adrian… he’s different. I can’t pinpoint what it is, but somethi
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 10
I never thought I'd find myself in this situation. Not because I didn't like the idea—no, that wasn’t the issue. It was more because, somewhere deep down, I knew I did like it. I liked it more than I should. More than was rational. It had been a few days since the flight. The one where I'd felt that strange, almost electric pull between Adrian and me. I couldn't quite explain it, but something about the way he observed me, the way his eyes lingered just a moment too long, made me feel... seen. And not just in the usual way, but really seen. Like he could strip away the walls I’d worked so hard to build and find the person underneath. I wasn’t sure if I liked that. In fact, I was sure I didn’t. But when his message came through, my heart did a strange little skip in my chest. “Dinner tonight?” it said. Simple. Direct. And… unexpected. I read the message over and over, as if maybe the second or third time, I’d find some hidden meaning, some way to explain it away. But no. There it wa
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 11
I had been a flight attendant long enough to deal with all types of passengers—grumpy, demanding, overwhelmed, and even downright rude. But the woman in 12B? She was something else entirely. Her tone was sharp, her demands increasing by the minute. I could feel my patience slipping, my usually calm exterior starting to crack. It wasn’t the first time I’d had to deal with a difficult passenger, but it had never been so... personal. She kept saying she had the right to move because she “couldn’t possibly sit in such an uncomfortable seat” and “how could anyone expect her to be treated like this?” Her voice rang out through the cabin, drawing the attention of others. The murmurs of discontent in the air made the whole situation more stressful than it needed to be. But as if that wasn’t enough, it didn’t stop there. Just as I was trying to soothe the woman in 12B, I heard a commotion from the other side of the cabin. Two passengers—both men, one in his late thirties and the other a bit o
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 12
The evening unfolded in its usual, predictable manner, but for Adrian, it felt like a farce. He was surrounded by the glitterati, the elite of society, dressed in their finest and speaking in clipped, business-like tones. Yet, despite the wealth, the accolades, and the unceasing hum of conversation, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was utterly, deeply alone. He had attended countless charity galas, product launches, and high-profile events, always with a polished smile and a practiced grace. But tonight, as he looked around the lavish ballroom, a sense of isolation washed over him in waves. There were the usual exchanges—how’s business, how’s the family, the newest investments. The pleasantries were as hollow as ever, the smiles painted on like masks. There was no real connection, no authenticity in the interactions. And despite being surrounded by so many people, Adrian felt more distanced than ever. His gaze drifted across the room, watching couples and groups engage in spiri
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 13
The flight was uneventful, at least compared to the usual chaos. I’d just finished handling a particularly irate passenger, whose complaints seemed to grow louder by the minute, when Adrian walked past me on his way to the exit. His presence always had a way of drawing my attention, and it was no different this time. As usual, he gave me a polite nod, but there was something different in his gaze—something I couldn't quite place. I returned the gesture with a small smile, too tired to analyze it too much. The flight had been long, the tension with the passenger still simmering in my chest, and the last thing I wanted was to get tangled up in the complexities of Adrian’s behavior again. He was an enigma, and I was starting to get tired of trying to decode him. Later that evening, after the hustle of the post-flight procedures, I sat down in my tiny apartment, mentally preparing to wind down. The glow of my phone screen lit up in the darkened room, and I saw an email notification from
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 14
The cabin hummed around me, the quiet rhythm of the airplane engines almost comforting as I stood in the galley, looking out the window. The city lights below twinkled, but even they couldn’t distract me from the tight knot forming in my stomach. I wasn’t sure what it was anymore—the hum of the plane, the constant motion, or maybe it was something else entirely. Something between me and Adrian. He was up there in first class, tucked away in his seat, like he always was—so poised, so detached. I admired that. Hell, I envied it. But there was something about him I couldn’t shake, a quiet magnetism that kept pulling me in even when I tried so damn hard to stay detached. I had my own walls, sure, but his... his were different. His were more like a fortress. I didn’t think anyone really got past them. And yet... I kept thinking about him. I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away, but it was no use. He had slipped into my head, and I couldn’t seem to shake him. I wasn’t even su
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 15
Adrian sat alone in his office, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. The glass walls surrounding him seemed to amplify the silence, a stark contrast to the chaos swirling in his mind. His company, once a shining example of success, now felt like it was teetering on the edge of a cliff. The failed business negotiation had left a gaping hole in his plans, and no matter how hard he tried to fix it, the problem only seemed to grow bigger. His reputation, built over years of careful work, was at risk of crumbling. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to push back the tightness in his chest, but the pressure only seemed to build. Every conversation he had with his family, with his colleagues, only added to the suffocating feeling in his chest. They didn’t seem to care about his struggles. All they cared about was maintaining their image, keeping up appearances. His failure, his frustration, they were just inconveniences in the grand scheme of their carefully curated wo
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 16
I sat at the small cafe in the corner of the airport lounge, my coffee growing cold as I stared down at it, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of the mug. The hustle and bustle of the terminal surrounded me, the constant movement of travelers and the drone of flight announcements blending into a background noise that I couldn’t quite tune out. I was supposed to be relaxing, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. I glanced up as Rachel walked toward me, her brown eyes bright, and her usual confident stride making her seem almost out of place in the sea of tired, rushed passengers. I waved her over, trying to focus on the present instead of the mess of emotions swirling inside me. Rachel was my best friend on the job. She had been there for years, and while we’d only become close over the last few months, I always felt like I could tell her anything. There was something about her straightforwardness, the way she always cut through the noise and said things how they were, that made m
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Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 31
Trust had always been a strange thing to me. I didn’t know how to define it. I didn’t know how to build it or even if I could, because it had never been something that came easily. Growing up, I learned to guard my heart. I didn’t want to let anyone in too close—didn’t want anyone to see the cracks, the parts of me that were always left unhealed. I guess it made sense that I had built my life this way, always wary, always holding something back. I’d seen too many people disappoint me, and I couldn’t afford to be vulnerable again. But with Adrian, everything felt different. It wasn’t like I’d set out to trust him—at least, not in the way I had with others in the past. It was more like he had chipped away at all those walls I’d built around myself, slowly, patiently. I had never expected to let someone in the way I had let him. And what surprised me even more was that it didn’t feel like a loss of control. For the first time, it felt like I was sharing a part of myself with someone who
Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 30
The days following that conversation were hard. The weight of everything—Adrian’s business troubles, the media storm, and the constant pressure from all directions—felt like it was starting to crush me. But it wasn’t just that. It was what Adrian’s pain had been doing to us. I could feel him retreating again, like he was bracing for something, like he was trying to protect himself, even if it meant shutting me out. It scared me. I knew that I loved him. That wasn’t the issue. I was starting to realize, though, that loving him didn’t mean losing myself. Somewhere between the craziness of everything that had been happening, I had lost track of what I needed, of what I was willing to tolerate, of what I could give without it draining me. I needed space. Space to think. To reflect. And I needed to remind myself that, while Adrian was becoming such an integral part of my life, I couldn’t lose myself in his world. So, I took a step back. A small one, but one that was necessary. I knew Ad
Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 29
Adrian’s world was crashing down around him. He could feel the weight of it pressing in, suffocating him. The emails and phone calls, the constant barrage of problems from his rival company—it all felt like too much. Every move he made seemed to be the wrong one, and his company, the one thing he had worked tirelessly to build, was slipping through his fingers. He was failing. But that wasn’t the hardest part. The hardest part was the way Isla was looking at him. He could feel her eyes on him, full of concern and frustration, and it made him want to run. He could already see the worry in her expression, the way she was trying to reach him. But he didn’t know how to let her in. He had spent so much of his life pushing people away, keeping them at arm’s length. He thought he was doing the right thing, thinking that if he could just shield the people he loved from the chaos, they would be safe. But it never worked. In the end, they always left, always ran from the mess he had created
Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 28
The moment the kiss was splashed across the tabloids, everything changed. I should have expected it. Adrian and I weren’t exactly flying under the radar. But there was a world of difference between reading about celebrities and actually becoming one of the subjects. When the pictures of us—of him kissing me, of us together—went viral, it felt like the universe turned upside down. The media latched onto it like hungry wolves, and I could feel their eyes on me at every turn. I had never been one to seek attention. In fact, I’ve spent most of my life avoiding it. But now? Now, it felt like I couldn’t escape it, like every movement I made was under a microscope. Every word I said was dissected and analyzed. The worst part? It wasn’t just about me anymore. It was about us. About Adrian and me. The headlines didn't care about who I was, what I wanted, or what I was capable of. They only cared about one thing—my relationship with Adrian. "Isla Whitmore: The Gold Digger?" "Adrian Pierce’s
Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 27
The tension between us was still thick in the air, our emotions raw from the confrontation we’d just had. I had expected things to feel strained afterward, but what I hadn’t expected was the way my heart was still pounding—still heavy from the weight of what had been said. Adrian and I had finally aired our fears, our frustrations, but the air still felt charged, like a storm was waiting to break. We were sitting together now, not saying much, but the silence between us wasn’t awkward. It was more like we were both processing the vulnerability we had just shared. It wasn’t easy, not by any means, but I could feel something shifting. Something that felt like it could break either way—either we would pull apart, or we would draw closer. I wasn’t sure which one I wanted. Maybe both. “Isla,” Adrian’s voice broke through the quiet, his tone hesitant, but there was something in it that made my chest tighten. He was still trying to find his footing after everything, I could hear it in the
Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 26
The days following our conversation felt like walking on a tightrope—every step I took, every glance I stole in Adrian’s direction, felt uncertain, as though something was about to give way. Adrian’s company was in turmoil. The weight of it hung over him like a dark cloud, and it wasn’t just his business that seemed to be crumbling. It was everything around him. I could see the stress on his face, the tightness in his jaw, the way his eyes lost their usual spark. His world was slipping out of his control, and it was happening fast. But the real kicker was how he started to shut me out. At first, I didn’t notice it. The little things, the slight distance between us, the way his phone seemed to ring more than usual, his meetings stretching late into the night, kept me distracted enough that I didn’t realize the shift. But soon, the silence between us became too loud to ignore. The texts I sent went unanswered. The phone calls were met with curt responses. When we did spend time togeth
Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 25
The rain pattered softly against the windows of the café, and I could feel the warmth of the place wrap around me like a cozy blanket. The soft glow of the lights, the subtle jazz in the background—it all felt like a gentle escape from the constant hum of our chaotic lives. For the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel the weight of the world pressing down on me. For once, I was just Isla, sitting across from Adrian, without all the noise of his world or mine swirling around us. Adrian, as always, had this way of making even the simplest moments feel different—special, in a quiet way. I noticed the way he seemed at ease here, in a place far removed from the stuffy, high-end venues he was used to. He wasn’t surrounded by staff or flashes of cameras, just the two of us, and in a way, it made everything feel... normal. Comfortable. “You know,” I said, teasing him lightly, “for someone who’s supposed to be all about luxury, you sure know how to find the most unassuming spots.” He r
Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 24
I wasn’t expecting to see him again so soon. After last night, I thought we’d both retreat to our corners, giving each other space to process the vulnerability we’d shared. But Adrian had other plans. I was setting up for the day, going through my usual motions of work, when I felt a presence behind me. Turning around, I saw him standing there—his suit a little less polished, his tie slightly askew. His expression, though, was what struck me. He looked... uncertain. It was a strange look on Adrian Blackwell. “Can we talk?” he asked, his voice low. I glanced around, unsure of what to do. “Adrian, this isn’t really the time—” “Please,” he interrupted, his tone uncharacteristically earnest. “It’s important.” The urgency in his voice made me pause. Reluctantly, I nodded, gesturing for him to follow me to a quieter corner. Once we were alone, I crossed my arms, trying to steel myself for whatever was coming. “What’s this about?” I asked. He took a deep breath, as if gathering his t
Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts Flight 23
The invitation caught me off guard. Adrian’s text was simple, almost casual, but I could feel the weight behind it. “Dinner tomorrow? Nothing fancy, just us.” I hesitated before replying. I told myself I had every reason to say no. Things between us were already complicated, and I wasn’t sure I could handle another evening of his piercing gaze or the way he made me question everything I thought I wanted—or didn’t want. But something in his message felt different this time. It wasn’t laced with the confidence or charm he usually wielded so effortlessly. It felt... real. I finally replied with a simple, “Okay.” --- The next evening, I found myself standing outside a small, unassuming restaurant tucked away on a quiet street. It wasn’t the kind of place I would have expected Adrian Blackwell to choose. No valet parking, no chandeliers visible through the windows—just a warm glow from inside and the soft hum of conversation. Adrian was waiting for me at the door. He smiled when he
