“Oh, I don’t know. Do you get nauseous on flights? Is little baby Sassy scared of flying and you’re going to need me to hold your hand or something?” I asked.

That beautiful mouth with its plumper bottom lip, pursed. He blinked. “Do you emasculate every man in your life?”

“Just the ones I like.”

He cracked a grin before reaching over to tug on the seat belt across my thighs. “All right, then.”

I opened to say something but before I could, the prerecorded flight attendant came over the speakers with emergency procedural information. She went on and on.

"I'm probably going to pass out soon," he warned me when the speech was over. He was already settling the little pillow into the space between his head and the paneling.

I nodded in agreement. I'd gotten up early to go buy last-minute things with Carter that morning and we'd walked around a lot. A nap was in demand. "If I snore, wake me up, okay?"

"No promises.” He smiled.

Sacha began telling me about how loud Julian could snore, and then I told him about how my dad used to keep us up all night because he sounded like a dirt bike. The plane took off at some point and sure enough, my eyelids started to droop in no time. The little pillow the airline had provided was smashed behind my head, and I remember giving Sacha a sleepy smile.

I passed out.

Who knows how long later, my legs started to feel a little weird and uncomfortable, so I opened my eyes to find that I wasn't sitting up. My upper body was draped over Sacha's lap; the only thing keeping me from being face-to-crotch with his human kolbasa was the pillow. My fingers were wedged underneath one of his thighs and something warm was resting on my neck. I wiggled one hand out to feel that his fingers were cupping my throat. He wasn't moving, which meant he was probably asleep too.

I wasn't going to overanalyze it. I would have done the same with my baboons. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

* * *

"Would you like anything else, sir?"

I had to slap a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. The flight attendant was bent at the waist and leaning over the lady in the seat next to mine. Hell, I could have poked her forehead if I wanted to. But she didn't care about us; I don't even think she really saw the other passenger or me sitting there.

Her focus: Sacha.

Sacha, who had just woken up three minutes before and had a little bit of drool on the corners of his mouth while one cheek was pink and lined from the position he'd been in. His eyes were still heavy with sleep. After a four-hour nap, I'd woken up with a stiff back, neck and hips, and then shook his arm to get him up when I spotted the flight attendant coming down the aisle with a cart.

"No, thank you," he answered her with a slightly awkward smile on his face.

The woman, more than likely in her early or mid-thirties, stayed in that position a second longer than necessary before lowering her voice to sound… sultry. Yeah, she definitely sounded sultry. I didn’t even think it was possible to sound so sexy. "Are you sure? Anything else at all?"

I squeaked right before Sacha pinched my leg. "No thanks."

"Okay," she replied before sauntering off to the next row with her cart.

"Holy shit!" I tried to muffle my laugh, whispering because I knew she was right behind us.

Sacha shot me a look out of the corner of his eye before picking up his cup of water to sip from. "Don’t say anything," he groaned.

"Sassy, that lady totally wanted to scramble your eggs."

I heard him choke and cough before pinching the bridge of his nose with a gasp. "Jesus Christ, Gaby," he hissed as he tried to get himself under control. I made it look like I was cracking eggs in midair and then stirring them. He reached out to push my hands down with a groan.