Chidalu could hardly contain his exhilaration. He nervously bit his lip as the plane gently rolled into the terminal bay. His knee bounced eagerly up and down on the ball of his foot as he waited for the seatbelt light to ding and extinguish.

Ding!

Finally!

Thank God he had been seated on the aisle! Chidalu popped up from his seat, flung open the overhead compartment, and yanked out his carryon...

I draw my blanket tightly around my shoulders.

A futile gesture.

My body defiantly trembles from his penetrating touch. Disgust sits chilled in the pit of my stomach like a frozen weight. I can feel him in my bones. The taste of his bitter kiss still pricks my tongue. I feel the chill of his icy breath whisk the back of my neck and trickle down my spine.

God, I hate this!

I hate HIM.

Stil...