Ethan let his gaze linger on the sleeping figure beside him, as if she were an exquisite masterpiece meant to be admired but never touched. Her skin was luminous, almost ethereal under the soft cabin lights. Long, delicate lashes cast faint shadows on her cheeks, and her lips—plush and naturally pink—were slightly parted, tempting yet untouchable.
A sigh escaped him. Is it even possible for someone to be this perfect?
Two hours had passed since they boarded their flight to Japan, and Lillie had been asleep the entire time, undisturbed by the outside world.
Ethan, on the other hand, had spent those two hours stealing glances at her. He justified it as merely passing the time, but in truth, he couldn't help himself.
A quiet murmur left Lillie's lips as her eyes fluttered open. Ethan swiftly averted his gaze, pretending to focus on anything but her.
