Aimee's POV
“Sorry, dad is using our private jet. And I know you don’t like riding a chopper,” Clyver uttered as we ride in the first class.
I look at him with pure shock on my face. I buckled my belt and then completely faced him. “Seriously, Clyver?” I murmured.
“What?” he asked, confused.
“You don’t have to be that extra. Calm down, we’re just having a trip!” I playfully hit his chest with the back of my hand while slightly chuckling. He made a straight face and calmly rested his back on the chair while staring at me. “What?” This time, I was the one who asked.
His lips went into a straight line and his expression is slightly frowning. “This isn’t just a trip, Aimee. This is our trip,” he explained.
It took me a second to process what he said. And then I burst out in laughter.
