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After we've adjusted to a consistent altitude, people start chattering again. I stretch my short legs out as far as I can and nearly slide out from under my seatbelt, to which Wren responds by laughing and THEN lifting me up easily.

"You never told me why your nose is bent," I remind him when we have just passed the twenty minute mark of his huge hand resting on top of my small one on the table thing near our armrests.

He grins his lopsided grin. My heart shatters. Again. "Do you really want to know, Annabel?" There it is again, that tingly feeling.

"Yes."
"I was bullied when I was younger."

Dead silence.

"Oh."

Wren's examining me carefully.

"I'm sorry. Did I say that too fast?"
"N-no...it's just me. Don't worry. Haha."
"Annabel."
Gazing intensely into my grey eyes, he squeezes my hand and softly, he presses his lips against mine. His nose brushes against my nose, and he pulls away, resting so that our foreheads touch.

I blink a few times.
"Wren."
"Annabel."
"Wren."
"Annabel."
"Wren."
"Annabel."
"I was bullied too."
"Anna-wait. What now?"

I draw my arms back to my chest, leaning back in my chair, folding them protectively over my heart.