Mia's POV"Do you want me to get one for you?" Allen's voice was soft as he spoke, his thumbs continued to trace circles on my hands and my eyes stayed glued to our locked fingers. "A cat?""Yeah, do you want one?" He asked again, his grip on my hands tightened. I glanced at him and met with his hazel eyes, staring at me like I was a piece of art. A little shiver worked its way down my back and I remained tongue tied. Allen raised a brow at me, expecting me to give him an answer, I opened my mouth to talk but nothing seemed to come out."I'm sorry to interrupt, but here are your drinks." The flight attendant said as she stood beside Allen. I immediately yanked my hands from Allen's grip like I had been caught doing something bad. I gave her a warm smile and grabbed my orange juice, "Thank you." I told her, before taking a sip from it. Allen dismissed her after he had taken his glass of champagne. I felt his eyes on me but I refused to look at him. I brushed a non-existing strand of
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