Chapter 87 Cole

She came.

When I saw that cab pull up from the window and Shayla stepped out, my heart skipped a beat from excitement. I cannot lie; I was worried she would not show. It was ten minutes to two, and she had not arrived. I had lost all hope till I saw that cab. Now here she is sitting in front of me, curled up in the leather seat reading a book. We took off four hours ago, and Dubai is eight hours from London. I keep sneaking little peeks at her over my laptop on the table. She’s either too engrossed in what she’s reading or is good at faking distraction. I lean back in my chair, bite my lip, and look out of the window watching the clear blue sky and the clouds down below.

I let my mind drift off to the last time she and I were in this jet flying to Nice. I’d give anything to go back to that day and relive that whole getaway with her again. I did something a little senseless, and I don’t know if or how to tell Shayla about it without ruining this