His hand caught my wrist... not rough, but firm enough to stop me. That hunger still burned in his eyes, but now it was tempered with concern. "You okay?"
I smiled faintly, patting his cheek like I was smoothing him over. "I'm fine. You should go join Ash. She's probably already charming the staff in the…" I paused, searching for the word, "…executive lounge."
He tilted his head. "You're not coming?"
I was already looking for my hoodie and jeans. "No."
"Why not?"
"I have to get back to Sarah."
His jaw worked like he wanted to argue. "Aria... "
"I want to go back," I said, cutting him off, and there was no bite to it... just exhaustion.
For a moment, he didn't move. Then he let me go.
The taxi ride was quiet, the city blurring past. My thoughts wouldn't stop pacing.
It felt like I was losing pieces of myself... slipping, scattering.
