Prisana did what any rational woman who had just been rejected, would have done. She pinched her own cheek.
It hurt.
Then, she looked to her smiling beast in awe at how handsome he seemed as the orange red sun highlighted his bright smile. He lovingly chucked the underside of her chin.
This was real.
Her beast truly loved her. All she could do was smile and blush like a young school maiden in return.
Dane lifted a finger to gesture to his own lips.
"This is the part where you're supposed to kiss me," he teased but Prisana motioned over to the man steering the helicopter.
There was a time and place for such things. To make out in front of a complete stranger, would fill the entire helicopter in awkward silence. She put a finger to his lips and shook her head, watching as he complied to her commands.
The pilot coughed and shouted, "We've almost reached the hospital."
"Wait," Prisana shook her head. "I'm fine. Can we just go home?"
