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completely and when her eyes widened with shock, he shoved them back in, his fingers penetrating her so deeply he brushed against her hymen.
    She stiffened at the penetration and then she started to shake, the tremors of her release so powerful Nic had to embrace her tightly to him. It was the only way he could absorb some of the strength of her body’s shudders.
    Her second orgasm , Ayah thought. And it was so much more powerful than the first one. Would it always be like this between them?  
    Forcing herself to rise against the sensual languor that was doing its best to lull Ayah into sleep, she pressed her palms against his chest and used it to prop herself up, enough to have her looking at Luuk straight in the eyes.
    Oh.  
    Her heart tripled its rate at the look in his eyes.
    He wanted and needed her the way she wanted and needed him.
    And like her, he didn’t know what to do about it.

 
    ~ Three ~
     
    “Lu—Lieverd?”
    Four hours into their flight and neither of them were sleeping, with Ayah cuddled against his side once more, her head nestled on his chest, legs tucked under her. At the sound of her voice, Nic promptly closed his eyes.
    She straightened, and when she saw his peacefully sleeping face, she giggled.
    A giggle, Nic thought. When was the last time he heard a woman giggle – without faking it? He truthfully could not remember.
    “I know you’re pretending to be asleep.”  
    He answered with a smile, eyes still closed, making her smile, too. “Come on, please – I just need to ask you a question.”
    With an exaggerated sigh that had her giggling again, he opened his eyes and asked her, “What is it?” His tone was exasperated, but it was purely for show. In truth, Nic was keen to hear her next question. In the few hours they had known each other, Nic had become certain of one thing: Ayah Chandler liked asking the oddest questions—
    “Can I take a photo of our hands?”
    Nic tried to disguise his laugh by coughing. And there , he thought in amusement, was another example that his theory was true . When he was sufficiently in control of himself once more, he asked, “Have I heard you correctly? You want to take a picture of our hands?”  
    She answered him with a beam and a nod.
    “I suppose so.” He had barely finished replying when she quickly leaned back on the chair, clasped her fingers with his, and lifted both their hands in the air. And then she started taking photos with her iPhone. When she had taken about twenty and showed no signs of stopping, he asked with genuine puzzlement, “What is this for?”
    “Souvenir.”
    “Our hands?”
    She nodded, her attention still on taking photos. “It’s kind of my thing. It looks very cute, you know, with your hand so much bigger than mine.”  
    It was only after she took another twenty that she appeared satisfied, thanking him with another beaming smile as she let go of his hand. He gazed at her, not knowing what to think.
    Sensing his regard, she turned to him with another smile, showing him her phone. “I’m going to post it on IG. But first, I need to choose the right filter. I don’t use the standard filters, though. I have another app for photo editing. You can even add frames and then provide a different filter for each framed shot…you can add text, too…”
    She kept chatting, explaining the process step by step. He should be bored, but he was not. Everything she said or did fascinated him – she could talk to him about everything under the sun and Nic had an uneasy feeling that he would still be entertained. He just could not get enough of the way she did not seem to hold anything back.
    The editing part took her about half an hour. By the time she was done, he was even more fascinated – and she was sleepy. Laughing softly as she struggled to keep her head up, he dismissed her protests and pulled her towards him.
    “Sleep,” he commanded.
    “But I want to post it—”
    “Later. You’re obviously