All Chapters of Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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

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

The evening air was cool as I glanced down at my phone, staring at Adrian Blackwell’s message. It was simple, almost too simple: “Would you join me for dinner tonight? I’d like to get to know you better. Just us, away from everything else.” I felt a twinge of excitement. I didn’t know why this felt different, but it did. Maybe because Adrian never did anything simple, and this felt... real. It didn’t come across as calculated or typical of him, and that made my heart skip a beat. But then, of course, the doubts crept in. What was this really about? I couldn’t forget how much of a world apart we were. He was a billionaire, I was a flight attendant. I wasn’t someone who could fit into his world, and I’d made peace with that. So why was I even considering this? I chewed on the inside of my lip, hesitating. My finger hovered over the screen for a long time, wondering whether I should just send a polite no. I could keep my emotional distance. It’d be safer that way. But, against every i

The silence in my apartment felt suffocating, almost as if the walls were closing in on me. I could still hear the echoes of Adrian’s voice in my mind—his words, the way he had looked at me, vulnerable and raw, after I had rejected him. I sat on the couch, feeling a dull ache in my chest. It wasn’t physical, more like the heavy weight of the emotions I had been avoiding for so long. I was used to being in control, used to keeping things at arm's length. It had become second nature, almost like a defense mechanism. But now, for the first time in years, I wasn’t in control. And that scared me more than I cared to admit. I wasn’t used to this kind of vulnerability, to feeling this... exposed. I wrapped my arms around my knees, hugging them to my chest, trying to find some comfort in the position. My mind kept running back to the conversation with Adrian, replaying it over and over. He had opened up to me—something I hadn't expected, something I wasn’t sure I even knew how to handle. An