Chapter 21

On Saturday morning, I find Anthony already seated in the jet. I'm not going to lie, I contemplated flying commercial this morning due to Anthony's asshole behavior that night, but Anthony's jet is much more comfortable. Sebastian had still been awake when I went to our room that night, and he apologized for snapping at me. After that, we talked about our respective days until I started a pillow fight. If I couldn't hit the elder Crosswalk, I could settle for hitting the younger one with a pillow.

I look at Anthony's pissed face and smirk. I was late on purpose. I decide to sit in a different row from him. It's better for me that way. When I go to sit in the aisle beside him, my heel snags on a bump in the carpet and I catch hold of Anthony's arm rests before I fall and embarrass myself. God knows I've done it enough in front of this man.

When I look up, my face is mere inches from his. He remains as still as a statue as usual. Sometimes, I wonder if he really groped my breasts that