Chapter 37 - Chapter 37: Something To Write About

"Do you want to close your mouth, or are you planning on mopping the galley floor after the flight?"

Andi's words bring me out of my daze as I quickly shut my mouth, wiping the corners of my lips for good measure.

"If anyone should be drooling, it's me. I'm the one working with my imagination here, wondering what's under all these tight briefs. At least you've experienced it."

My stare stays locked on the emergency exit row as my shirtless boyfriend lays his suit flat in an overhead bin. "Trust me, Andi. I'm drooling because I've experienced it."

As the boys change into their comfortable clothes for the hour and a half down to East London, Andi and I stay hidden in the rear galley.

"Is he the best sex of your life or what?"

"Oh, hands down. No comparison."

"You lucky bitch."

A content sigh leaves my lips as I watch Zondi's beautifully built body pull his tracksuit pants on. The other guys are changing in the aisle as well, but my focus is lasered past them, staring at the vice-captain with the gold jewellery and the black inked tattoos.

He must sense my gaze on him, because suddenly Zondi's head turns my way, his light amber-brown eyes finding mine. Expression melting, he gets all soft and gentle, his smile tugging at his lips, and I can't help but shyly grin right back at him.

That is until he seductively grazes a single finger down his lips, tugging on the bottom one as it trails south over his chest and his stomach. He keeps looking at me, acting all alluring, but in reality he just looks like a giant dork.