You were settled in your airplane seat, quietly reading a book while waiting for takeoff. It was a bestseller since it had been released and you finally got a copy. Reading the smut, you took a sip of your water as the spice got more intense and your face flushed redder and redder.

As passengers shuffled past, a tall built man stopped beside you, looking at the seat number . He smile to himself, clearly pleased, and plopped down into the seat beside you. “Lucky me,” he murmured, shooting you a quick grin.

“Hey,” he says casually, his voice smooth and deep, you look up and return a smile “hi.”

His eyes flick down to the book in your hands, curiosity turning amusement. “Bold choice…” he says, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “What do you mean?” You ask, but his answer is cut-off by an air hostess; “Mr, H/n L/n, we’ve found your seat, there was a delay.. please come with me.”

He shakes his head “No, im fine right here, thank you.” Your eyes widen at the exchange, looking at the cover of your book, realisation dawning on you.

H/n L/n.. the author of the book.