*Caterina*
Exactly as Elio promised me before our trip, the plane managed to bring us back right before I was expected to attend my classes the following day. The ride was thankfully smooth, and I was lucky enough to squeeze in a bit of class work before we were set to land.
The only notable difference that I picked up on was Elio’s shift in behavior. He sat closer to me than usual and strategically placed his hand in my lap, occasionally brushing his fingers against my stomach.
Each time he did this, I found myself glancing over at him for some sort of explanation. But the man kept his head down and made himself busy on his tablet. I consistently gave him a strange look along with a raised brow, but nothing was ever said, although I never missed the smile that played on the corner of his mouth each time.
