Contemporary Romance Fiction Novel Narration Male and Female Voices
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I open the door and step into the tiny space. The plane designers call a walkway. When the door across from me opens simultaneously revealing a disheveled looking flight attendant with a dopey smile on her face. She almost looks drunk and I snort when she takes a wobbly step out of the small bathroom. However, when I'm greeted with a face that's been haunting my every thought for the past four weeks, I almost collapse. Be strong. So he looks incredible better than I remember. Sandy blonde hair, broad shoulders, tapered waist and warm brown eyes. You want to get lost in the scruff is new though. I don't want to admit that I like it that it gives him a certain edge that he didn't have before. Nathan's arrogant smirk slips for the briefest of secondss when his eyes connect with mine. However, like a chameleon, he slides it right back into place grinning cockily at me. Fancy seeing you here. He quips eyeing me up and down like a piece of meat. I swallow past the golf ball lodged in my throat while debating how I should handle this situation. The old Sophie would have made a snarky comment to both of them before confidently walking back to her seat in her classy high heels and making him wish he'd get another opportunity to be with her. The new Sophie is shaking in her proverbial boots trying not to puke as her stomach rolls with the knowledge that the guy she's been dreaming about for the past month just had sex with another woman 30 seconds ago. Proving that I really am an immature girl with unrealistic dreams of finding her happily ever after. Screw you. Nathan. By some miracle, my legs are steady as I take a step forward and pat Nathan's stubbled cheek condescendingly. I'm so happy. The enhancement surgery went well, honey, the doctors were worried you wouldn't be able to perform. I slap him once again with a little more force. Ignoring the way his scruff tickles my palm. I turned to the flight attendant. I really hope you made him wrap up the problem's hereditary and I lift up my index finger before bending it and pouting dramatically. No little boy should have to deal with that. I smirk at the two of them before walking back to my seat with the confidence of a runway model.