A moment ago...
Yonah settled in comfortably in the backseat of the private chopper, waiting for Shenna. She looked outside the window, craning her neck, but Shenna was nowhere to be found.
"Nana, let me help buckle you up," Ross offered. After she nodded in approval, he leaned over and grabbed the seatbelt fastened around her waist.
Heart pounding against her chest, Yonah blushed as she eyed Ross. He was so close that her nostril caught a comforting scent from his body. His male scent seemed to seduce her—hypnotizing her to nestle in his arms…
'No!'
Yonah fought against her own thoughts, struggling to regain control of her emotions.
'What are you doing, Yonah Isabelle?'
She scolded herself, trying to quell the surge of feelings in her chest.
