I couldn’t keep my eyes off the man across the bar from me.At that moment, I wished that I had dressed up for my flight to Paris.When our eyes met for a moment, a wave rushed through my body, an unfamiliar feeling I had never experienced. It was like I had found all the answers I was looking for.I dropped my gaze, turning to the drink in front of me. I needed to calm my nerves. Flying made me nervous.Slowly, my eyes drifted back to the man, who was now looking down at his phone.He was breathtaking… Large to the point that he almost looked comical in his barstool.His muscles strained against his black shirt and blue jeans, telling me he must’ve spent quite a lot of time in the gym. I found myself daydreaming about the possibilities…