Frosted (Hate at First Flight #3)

5. Tall, Dark and Devious

SONG : BTS - SERENDIPITY

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I had pictured this moment many times before. A lot more than I would care to admit, I had thought about what would happened when Jace talked to me, or when we finally were forced into a situation where we had to talk to one another.

Almost half of those thought up scenarios, I would slap him across the face for what he had said back then. It usually ended with me flipping him the bird or dumping hot coffee on him before I stomped off to the cheering of bystanders.

Sometimes those scenarios ended with me professing my love for him and telling him how I forgave him and all that bull, while the rest of the times it ended with me acting as civil as I usually did at one of dad's white tie events. In other words, I would hide my feelings, and shove down all the things I wished I could do to Have, like sock him in the face.

However, in none of those scenarios did I ever think of what I did next as Jace watched me, looking me straight in the eyes and waited for my reaction. None of it prepared me for what I did next.

Without saying a word, none at all, I took the icepack from Jace and pressed it against Owen's face.

Silence echoed in the airplane. Granted it was approximately six or seven in the morning and most of the passengers were dead to the world, but the silence was so loud.

Yet I didn't even dare to remedy it. It felt like my lips were glued together and no prying in the world can get it to open up.

I felt him watching me as I grabbed Owen's hands and wrapped it around the icepack before I resumed with my ruffling around my bag looking for the pain relief cream, whilst acting like I didn't feel the eyes burning into me.

"Thanks bro," I heard Owen direct at Jace who then have him a curt nod.

"Glad I could be of help," his voice still caused shivers to run down my spine and I had to force myself to keep from looking at him or from melting on the spot.

I didn't like the way I was reacting to his close proximity or even the sound of his voice. I didn't like that despite the four years since I'd last seen him, he still had the power to make me feel like the young school girl who was experiencing her first crush.

I wrote it all of to me being caught off-guard. I decided that that was it. That this was all because I wasn't expecting to run into him, and that the sight of him just brought back all those emotions that I had long since locked away years ago.

I decided that this wasn't me still having that pathetic crush on him. I would eventually get over it, when I finally calmed down from whatever this shock that I was currently experiencing was.

I finally found the pain relief cream and started to open it up when Owen grabbed it from me.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, my eyes focused solely on him and not on the guy that was under the delusion that his presence was still required. It got to the point where I involuntarily ended up glaring at Owen.

Owen a little bit taken aback smiled sheepishly as he handed me the icepack. "I'll take care of it, Ms Holden. You don't have to do this."

I grabbed the cream from him and handed him back the icepack. "Of course I have to."

Owen made to grab the cream back but I pushed him back and gave him the look that usually stopped people in their tracks. "Just sit back and relax while I do this."