Ella
The sound of the plane’s wheels screeching against the landing strip jerked me awake.
For a moment, I was disoriented—until I felt the weight of an arm around my shoulders and saw Logan sitting next to me. My cheeks flushed as I realized I had fallen asleep against him. God, I even felt a small wet spot on my cheek where I must have drooled.
Classy, Ella, I thought to myself.
“That was a quick flight,” I mumbled, pretending that I hadn’t just been sleeping on Logan’s shoulder as I sat up to discreetly wipe my cheek with the back of my hand.
Logan chuckled and pulled his arm away to give me space. “Sure, it’s quick when you sleep like a princess the whole time.”
My face burned hotly, but not just from embarrassment. Somewhere deep inside, my wolf purred in app
