Chapter 7
Gio had never slept so peacefully on a plane. With Kiwi tucked in his arms, he felt complete and whole. All his life he’d been judged which was why he’d always fought for everything as hard as he had.
He slipped out of their bed quietly without waking her, pulled on a pair of soft 1000 threaded cotton sleep pants, and took a seat opposite the double-sized pod.
Gio reached for his tablet and started to draw free-style in the program. However, instead of working on a men’s business suit, he drew the soft silk coils of Kiwi’s short black hair, her plump, rose-colored mouth, the slender bridge of her nose—but he couldn’t quite capture the peaceful glow she exuded as she slept, smooth, coffee-hued skin wrapped in his ivory sheets.
Would he show her this sketch he’d already committ
