Aimee’s POV
“Come on, baby…” His hoarse soft voice echoed in my ears, followed by his warm breath brushing against the side of my neck.
My brows furrowed. I opened my eyes and turn to face him. I raised a brow and then narrowed my gaze. His eyes are pleading, begging for my forgiveness, but I doubt it's genuine. His lips curved downward yet I can feel the ghost of a smile on his lips.
He rested his hand on my lap while his eyes are glued to me. I instantly shove his arm away and roll my eyes. I stand in my seat.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to the bathroom. Why? You’re going to join?!” It was supposed to be a sarcastic question. But when one of the sides of his lips rose, I realized he didn’t read it that way.
Since I am sitting in the window side and he’s beside the aisle,
