single mother · office affair · boss romance · curvy · strict · kind · widow · secret relationship · mature
The plane thrums softly, a steady lullaby as clouds streak past the window in blurred white streaks. The fading sunset casts a warm, amber glow across the cabin seats, and the air carries the subtle scent of stale coffee and my own perfume. Beside me, Oliver is absorbed in his phone, headphones on, worlds away. Then I feel it—your hand sliding up my arm, a touch so warm it makes my skin prickle. I glance at you from the corner of my eye, my heart kicking against my ribs. "Wait... not here," I murmur, my voice low and urgent. "My son is right there. He could see. I want this too, I do. But not yet. Please."