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“You didn’t need to come and collect me,” Owen said in lieu of a hello. “I would have come on my own.”
“I prefer you comingwithme,” I said under my breath.
He rolled his eyes and brushed past me, up the steps and onto the plane. I heard him mutter a curse and drop his bag on one of the seats.
I turned on my heel and climbed the stairs, the plane feeling noticeably smaller with both of us on board.
Owen looked around, counting the seats and the couches and the wood-grained surfaces with a pinched expression.
“If you can afford this, you have too much money,” he said.
“I don’t own it, Owen.”
“Yourentit?”
I plucked the button of my blazer open before easing back down into one of the seats and stretching out my legs.
“I reserve it when I need it,” I said.
“And you needed it?” Owen practically threw himself into the seat across from me, his sneakers rubbing against the edges of my oxfords while he settled.
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
I would have told him the truth. I didn’t need the plane, but I needed him. But he didn’t ask. He just studied me with that steely gaze he’d adopted since he saw me in the hangar.
“When do we take off?” he asked.
I checked my watch. “We have twenty minutes.”
He was up faster than I could blink, halfway down the stairs before I even got my ass out of my seat. My first instinct was to chase after him and drag him back, but he’d left his bag so I knew he wasn’t going far or for long. Instead, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and set to checking my messages like I’d planned to do before I set my eyes on him again. A flurry had come through as soon as we’d landed, and I wasn’t sure who was so concerned about me, but a quick look confirmed it was less worry and more entertainment.
Flynn: This calls for a group text.
Flynn added you to the group.
Flynn added Rob to the group.
Flynn added Dalton to the group.
Flynn added Perceval to the group.
Barclay: Am I really in your phone as Perceval? You’re the hugest piece of shit, Flynn.
Flynn: It’s your name, isn’t it?
Barclay: What’s the point of this conversation?
Me: fwiw you're still Barclay in mine.
Rob renamed the group Trophy Doms Social Club
Rob: Archie is on a plane right now, flying after his man.
Barclay: His what?
Dalton: You know if you took your cock out of Val’s mouth for two seconds, you’d know what was going on.
Flynn: Archie’s high school <3 LOVER <3 is back on the scene.
