C89 Chapter 89

Melia’s pov

The plane ride back to New York was suffocating.

I sat by the window, staring out at the endless expanse of clouds, pretending to be absorbed by the view. My arms were crossed tightly over my chest, a shield against the storm raging inside me. Bastian sat beside me, his presence a weight I couldn’t ignore, no matter how much I wanted to.

The tension between us was palpable