“I’m looking forward to it,” Milo stated, bringing Liam back to reality. The reality without London, his studio, or Jasper.
“Don’t you dance at the parties?” Liam asked, curious as to why this pleasant-looking football player was so socially inept.
“I don’t really go to those…” Milo opened his mouth to say something more, but the flight attendant’s nasal voice effectively prevented him from confessing anything else.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re nearing the airport and will be landing in approximately thirty minutes. Please, take your seats and prepare for the landing.”
Both men put their jackets on, cleaned up the area around them, and settled back to enjoy the rest of the journey. A question started nagging on Liam’s mind until he could no longer ignore it.