Seat mate (Love lines, 3)

I have exactly 5 hours and 10 minutes to get from Boston to New York City or the professional opportunity of a lifetime disappears. My only travel option? The second to last seat on a discount bus. Across from the bathroom. Wearing last night’s clothes (don’t ask). All worth it if I can make it in time.

My nerves almost get the best of me but then there he is, sitting down in the seat next to me. Tall. Friendly smile. Bright indigo streak in his brown... >Voir plus