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Her brows furrowed like she was thinking deeply. “I don’t know, actually,” she muttered.
My knuckles tightened.Not the answer I wanted.
“But I don’t like Tin that way,” she continued. “I never have. I always saw him as my friend.”
Some of the tense coils of my muscles relaxed, but there was one question I was afraid of knowing the answer to.
Did Sierra Chan really like me for me or the version of Matt Evans she glorified in her head?
CHAPTER 24
MATT
Sierra had her nose stuck on the airplane window and hasn’t moved even an inch since the jet took off in the air.
She had an animated look in her eyes as she gawked at all the scenery flowing through. She even kept a keen eye on the fight map here and there to check if we were going in the right direction, and was marking off the cities because she had never been to any of them. But still, according to her own words, flying above them counted.
All this because she’d never been on an airplane.
If I’d known it would make her this excited, I would’ve done this earlier.
We were on our way to LA for the music festival, which was a spring opening event we committed to a year ago, and taking her with me made me actually look forward to a show in a long time.
Sierra and I had the quad seats at the back just to ourselves, and I was grateful for the privacy they offered. Emmie had sprawled himself on one of the side couches, his headphones on and his hoodie drawn, while Mikey and Raphael were having a very serious conversation at the front of the jet. Maybe when two clowns met, that was what would happen.
I still haven’t told my friends that Sierra and I were dating because I wanted my sister to know first, and I wanted to tell her in person.
But Katy hadn’t answered any of my texts, surprisingly, Lan did, stating he would be there for the show. Though he had his vices, Lan was committed and never missed a show. I saw him briefly days ago at the show we had in Madison Square, but he escaped before I could have a talk with him. The four of us had never been apart like this, and I hoped we could go back to the way things were.
“Do you want something to eat?” I whispered in Sierra’s ear, which made a shudder pass through her body as she mumbled, “No.”
“We’ll land in twenty minutes.” I couldn’t help but glide her hair off to the side and nuzzle my nose in the crook of her soft neck.
She froze before another shudder wracked her body. “Mat…Matty, what are you doing?”
“Kissing you,” I whispered, tracing butterfly kisses all over the length of her neck. She smelled like a garden on a warm, sunny day.
Through the reflection in the window, I watched her squeeze her eyes and bite her plump lip almost as if she was suppressing the urge to moan out loud.
I was tempted to slip my fingers inside the skirt of her white summer dress and check if she was dripping wet for me.
She was so reactive to my touch, like she was lured by the lick of the wildfire, burning brighter and brighter under my caress.
“Matty,” she breathed just as my lips touched the spot between her ear and the start of her neck.
Her wide eyes snapped to mine. “You can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because…” Her eyes bounced around the jet before they landed on mine. “What if someone sees?”
“They won’t.” And before she could say another word, I captured her lips in a soft kiss.
I did that a lot too. I think I really do need to get my mind checked, because this can’t be natural or normal, right? Thinking about her every second of the day and being consumed by her, even though she was right here with me.
Something was definitely wrong with me, right?
Sierra’s cheeks were tinged with the most beautiful shade of pink just as my lips left hers.
