I knew why Lysander had said that we were going to Neverland because we were already in flight just in time to see the sunrise.
This was probably the reason why he insisted I wake up early for this date so that he could utilize the twenty-four hours well with me. Lysander was like Peter Pan.
He really had an obsession to flying.
Frankly, I already saw it coming.
It was just that I was afraid of heights and I didn't forget how Lysander had played with my fears like a psychopathic dude, laughing like a maniac every time he dropped me to the sea then catch me before my face hit the water.
Lysander offered me a piggy-back ride but that was hard to pull off because I was wearing a long maxi dress.
I just can't wrap my legs awkwardly around his waist so he carried me bridal style instead as we soared through the air.
Exhiliration raced through me at the incredible view of the sun rising from the eastern horizon.
