*Shelby*
I gladly took the glass of champagne from Michael as he guided me up the steps of his private jet, his hand gently resting on the small of my back.
The cabin was decorated in cool tones accented by black leather seats and couches. The shades were halfway drawn on each of the windows, and the lights slightly dimmed, giving a romantic glow to the space.
I stood in the center of the cabin, unsure of where to sit or how to behave on a private flight.
“Make yourself comfortable, and I will let the pilot know that we are ready to take off," Micheal said.
Before walking away, he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me in for another slow kiss. The smell of his sandalwood cologne enveloped me, and I instantly felt at ease.
I took a seat on one of the couches, embellished w
