Hidden Intentions – Forbidden Love of a Supernatural Scale

Excerpt #2

The clouds below reflected the sun against the blue sky. It was a beautiful sight, and Clara Erikson didn’t want to take her attention away from it. She was aware of the flight attendant announcing that they were getting close to Sea-Tac, but she wanted to stay above the clouds for as long as possible.

Something brushed against her back. She turned around, her eyes adjusting to the darkened inside of the plane. After blinking a few times, she smiled seeing her long-term boyfriend, William Lennox, sleeping next to her. It had been a long flight, and he had been awake most of the night, packing after a grueling week of finals.

Clara reached over and adjusted his blanket around him. He scratched his nose, almost hitting her in the process. She kissed his hand before setting it on his lap. He looked so peaceful, she wanted to climb into his seat and snuggle up next to him. The first class seats were big, but not that big.

She turned her attention back to the clouds for a little while. That was a sight she could never get tired of seeing. If she could find a way to have a home above the clouds, she would make it happen.

Her neck warned her of impending soreness, so she brought her attention back inside the plane. Another announcement: They had a half an hour until they would land. After spending so much time in the air, taking as few connecting flights from the UK as possible, thirty minutes didn’t sound so long.

Picking up her Kindle, Clara thought about what to read. She was always in the middle of a couple of books, if not more. She was a sucker for free books, and her full device was proof of that. Looking at the three books staring at her from the screen, she chose one of her favorite indie authors.

Just as she was settling into a post-apocalyptic world full of zombies bleeding rainbows, something bumped her arm. She looked over to see William rolling around—as much as he could, buckled into the seat. She put her Kindle next to her, and then fixed his blanket again. It was stuck under him, so she gave it a fast yank and it pulled free.

A little box fell from his pocket. She froze. That looked like a box from a jewelry store. It was the perfect size for a ring. She looked around to see if anyone else had seen it fall.

Clara held her breath. Should she stuff it back in his pocket, pretending that she hadn’t seen it? Or should she take a peek inside?
William said something, and she looked up, feeling guilty. He was mumbling in his sleep. A sigh of relief escaped.

She looked back to the box. One little peek wouldn’t hurt, would it? No one could put on a surprised face better than her, so he would never know if she saw it. She looked around to make sure no one else was watching, and then she looked back to him.

“William,” she whispered, barely audible. “Are you awake?”

He didn’t move.

“Do you mind if I look at the box?”

No response.

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