For a while, they sat in silence, the only sounds around them were the steady hum of the plane and the occasional crisp snap of the pretzel they shared.
And when his hand brushed hers on the shared armrest a few minutes later, she didn't move it away.
A gentle hush had settled over the cabin and somehow, she noticed that the cabin lights had dimmed and wondered why but said nothing.
As expected of first-class cabins, with its cocoon-like peace and plush reclining seats, and now that she felt that the issue of guilt had been dealt with, Shantel was able to relax.
She hadn't meant to fall asleep especially on such a short flight but one moment, she was listening to music through her AirPod, and the next, her head had somehow tipped, just slightly, toward Richard's shoulder.
And like the old fox that he clearly was, he hadn't moved away. Instead, he shifted—barely perceptibly—to make it more comfortable for her.
