Settling in with my coffee and my movie, I gaze at the screen and smile. This’ll all be worth it when I’m in his arms and we can forget about the outside world.

My stomach clenches when Josh appears on the screen. Watching him is a revelation.

Before my eyes, he transforms into an action hero. This movie’s so different to the last one I watched, which was moody and dark. This one is full of running and explosions, and he’s the good guy who’s been betrayed and has to rescue the girl.

Even when he kisses her, I swoon before the jealousy hits me.

It makes me think of him in the jungle with Gabby Reynolds, and even though he told me she’s there with her partner and they’re crazy in love, the thought of her in his arms drives me a little more than crazy.

By the time the movie’s over, I feel empty.

There are still two hours left on the flight. At least I haven’t had to pee yet.

Of course, the thought of that gives me the urge to.

I let out a long breath and stare at the ceiling of the plane.

The urge to pee builds.

I should have two choices. But the guy to my left is snoring, and Mr. Grumpy on the right is in the middle of his own movie.

Shit.

I have to do this before it ends up being urgent. Taking a deep breath, I tap Mr. Grumpy on the shoulder.

He glares at me.

“I’m sorry, but could I please get past you? I just need to pop to the bathroom.”

He scowls, sighs dramatically, and tugs off his headphones. For six and a half hours he’s not been disturbed, so he could just do it.

With another big sigh, he stands, and I move past him.

The plane bathroom gives me a few moments of peace—as much as you can get on a plane anyway—and then I’m back with the knot in my stomach, asking him to move again.

He’s still grumbling when I’m back in my seat. I swear, Melly is more adult than this guy.

I only hope the flight home’s better.

* * *

It’s a bit of a miracle I make it through border security in one piece with my knees knocking the way they are. Not that I’m doing anything wrong, but it’s one of those things that’s enough to make you nervous.

As it is, I worried I’d accidentally leave something in my handbag that I wasn’t supposed to carry on the plane, so I shoved my phone, passport, and purse into my jacket pockets and stuck my handbag in my checked bag. At least I’m not about to be separated from the things I need.

I cast my gaze over the rows of people waiting.