When Jess eventually did return to first class, Myles was asleep and she wasn’t sure whether to be angry or relieved. Nonetheless, she took it upon herself to order a screwdriver and then another and another until the flight attendant politely refused her request for ‘just one more.’
Jessica stared at Myles. This was ridiculous. She watched his oversized body as he slept. She watched the rise and fall of his massive chest as he breathed in and out. She noticed the way his large hands rested upon his flat stomach and wondered if she’d ever noticed any of these things before. She noted the way his bangs fell into his eyes and how she had to force herself not to brush them aside. Surely, she’d considered his appearance prior, but there was something about seeing him with that woman that made her feel different. Protective. The thought of his face as he’d exited that bathroom infuriated her. Jess huffed and puffed and shifted this way and that way in her seat hoping to wake him. Possibly simply because she was agitated, but more so because she was drunk and didn’t care. Finally, unable to take it any longer she poked his shoulder hard. He shot straight up and eyed her suspiciously. “What the hell?” He looked around clearly startled.
“The plane is going down.”
He stared blankly, looked around the cabin and apparently satisfied with what he saw, settled back into his seat. “Not funny.”
“Listen, I need you to order a vodka and OJ. They won’t let me have another. But if it’s for you…”
“I don’t drink.”
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