I uncross my legs and then cross them again in the opposite direction. Still uncomfortable, I shift in my seat. Plane seats aren’t exactly known for being luxurious, but I thought sitting in first class would be way better than coach. Guess I was wrong.
I sigh and flip through the magazine I brought on board with me, trying to take my mind off what lies in wait for me at the end.
A deep laugh rumbles next to me and I whip my head in that direction.
“Nervous?” Zach teases while he offers me one of the Oreos he’s eating.
I shoot him a look, which only causes his smile to grow wider. “No.”
He wraps his arm around me and tucks my shoulder under the crook of his arm. “You forget how well I can read that little body of yours, Kitten. You afraid of what your parents will say when you bring me home to meet them?”
“Of course not,” I fire back immediately.
I stare up at him as his green eyes search my face. His baseball cap is pulled down low on his forehead—his favorite public disguise since he’s best known for his crazy blonde and black Mohawk—framing his handsome face perfectly.