𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰

19 - Trips.

The arrays of puffy white—the clouds—seemed to make Elsa dizzy, or perhaps it was the glass of bubbles sitting on her arm rest, and everything in sight seemed like leather. The private jet of the Arendelles was gliding through the muggy summer air, and the CEO realized it’s been so long since she had ridden the rapid thing, as it left gray contrails across the sky.

She was still wondering if Anna can even have jet lag, since it’s just been a week since she arrived from Norway alongside Kristoff, and it’s only been a few days since a recovered Aiden was discharged from the hospital, something the secretary was extremely happy about, and soon the ecstatic redhead suggested a sudden trip to France.

Anna knew the story of a rival’s downfall thoroughly, Elsa told her; well Anna made Elsa tell her. She was also a little feisty about the fact that Elsa wouldn’t plan to tell her unless she makes a coercing move.

Her reaction’s been unpleasant, from her furrowed brows to the scowl Elsa can remember quite in detail, so she didn’t like recalling that moment her younger sister pulled her out of the room that day with an all too serious expression which meant even the Anna Winters can get furious. Though the grin which replaced that frown was greater when she—a very flustered storyteller, began “spilling the deets” about her and her secretary’s blooming romance.

It wasn’t just some romance, deep in Elsa’s thoughts it was more than a romance, though she didn’t know what to call it, but undeniably, she liked it.

Aiden’s eyes leapt from one place to another. They were amazed, bright, green and so, so warm Elsa wasn’t getting tired staring at them rather than they were freely nomadic since damn he’s never been up so high, especially that his first high ride got to be in a luxurious private jet filled with the VIP seats and expensive brandies, not any other ordinary flight in the economy class he’s only capable of.

Sometimes he felt guilty for being too amazed, he didn’t want to become arrogant because he had a powerful woman as his girlfriend. Hell, Elsa can be simply just another one of the employees around, not the CEO, and he’d still fall for her. She was beautiful, all things pleasant and gorgeous, a dimension of romance novels, pale freckles and coffee.

Of course she’d allow him to sit next to the window, and he was oddly silent but visibly starry-eyed, back rested against the recliner and he looked a bit tense. So she placed her hand on top of his, and hoped that wasn’t too much of a bold move to make him even more tense.

She was luckily wrong, and she learned he is always at ease with her presence unlike in the past. His gaze crashed with hers, and goodness, she intoxicatingly smelled like champagne and kisses, when he pulled her closer, nearer with an arm. They could hear Anna’s yell of victory over their little game of Uno—another reason why Claire wanted to sit beside her aunt during their flight.

“You okay?” she asked, knocking him out of his stupor. “I’m fine.”

Aiden; it was obvious he likes keeping his thoughts to himself, maybe even his emotions, but... They are.. they’re something now and, well, she doesn’t want to force him to be open if it causes him discomfort. But she was here, and he should know that, right?

“I know that look,” Oh really, you do? “What’s going on in your head right now?”

“Thoughts. I don’t know. I tend to overthink when I space out.”