"Is this your way of making up with me?" Kiyohira glares at her, not falling for her charming smile.
"Don't lie. You like it this way." She raises her head to peek at Yuta again. "I just don't want to get caught by Yuta."
Yuta sighs and sinks deeper into his seat. He covers his head under the blanket. His parents can't wait for this plane to land, can they? Never mind. Why did he pack the earphones in the luggage? He regrets it deeply.
"Then, get off me," Kiyohira tells her in a commanding voice.
She leans closer and lifts her chin. She looks into his eyes. "Give me a kiss first."
"Why should I give in to your demand?" He questions her. His arm wraps around her waist. "I am the one offended here. You don't trust my flying skills. You don't apologize either. You won't have my lips before you say that you trust my flying skills."
