HARMONY

I leaned against the wall, eyes following Holden and the blonde girl as they disappeared through the club doors. But I wasn't surprised in the least. I'd heard the rumors, the stories of Holden's reputation for being a fuckboy. His exit with a random girl didn't shock me, but my eyes lingered on the door a little longer than I wanted to admit.
I was pulled from my thoughts when Weston appeared beside me, a drink in his hand. He held it out to me, and I accepted it gratefully.
“Thanks.” I said, taking a large gulp, feeling the cool liquid burn on the way down.
I could feel his gaze on me as I drank. He seemed amused.
“I’ve never seen you drink that much before.” Weston said, his voice laced with curiosity.
I gave him a half-hearted shrug.
“I guess I've changed.”
There was a brief, awkward silence between us before Weston shifted his weight, as if debating what to say next.
“I never apologized for the way things ended between us.” he said, his tone softer, more sincere.
I shrugged, despite the sting of our breakup lingering somewhere deep inside.
“Doesn’t matter now. You’ve moved on.”
Weston hesitated for a moment, then glanced down at his drink before meeting my eyes again.
“Seems like you have too.”
My stomach twisted.
“What do you mean?” I asked, though I had a sinking feeling I already knew.
“I’ve seen you around with Holden,” he said, his tone casual, but there was something behind it—curiosity, maybe even jealousy.
My heart raced as I tried to search for the right response. The truth was complicated, and the last thing I needed was for Weston to think I was still pining over him. He had moved on and I wanted him to believe I had too. Forcing a smile, I nodded.
“Yeah, we've been getting to know each other.” I said, mentally kicking myself for saying that.
Before I could say anything else, the girl from the restaurant appeared. She slipped her hand into Weston's, her eyes narrowing as they flicked toward me.
“Hey, babe,” she said, her voice sweet but with an edge to it. She turned to me, her smile obviously fake. “It’s so nice to meet you, I'm Ava.” she said, though the words felt hollow.
I forced a smile.
“Nice to meet you. I'm Harmony.” I said, itching to leave the awkward scene. “I think I'm going to head out. We have a flight to catch tomorrow.”
Without waiting for a response, I walked away, my heart heavy as I weaved through the crowd. I didn't bother telling anyone I was leaving; I just wanted to be anywhere but here. Away from the tension, and the lingering memories of my past that still seemed to wrap itself around me like a shadow.

I sat on the uncomfortable metal seats at the gate, my foot tapping against the floor as I glanced at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time. The airport buzzed with people rushing around, announcements ringing overhead, but all I could focus on was the fact that Holden was going to make us miss our flights.
I glanced at Jason, sitting casually beside me, scrolling through his phone without a care in the world. He hadn't even looked up in the last fifteen minutes, unbothered by our delay. While I was mentally calculating how much time we had left before boarding.
“I swear, if Holden doesn't show up in the next ten minutes, I'm leaving without him.” I said, my voice sharp with frustration.
Jason didn't flinch, a smirk tugging at his lips as he scrolled through his feed.
"You’re going to have to get used to this. He’s always late."
I shot him a glare.
"The pilot isn’t going to wait for Holden."
Jason shrugged, still not looking up.
"Holden’s not the type to worry about things like that. He always seems to cut it close, but somehow, it works out for him."
His tone was calm, like we weren’t on the verge of missing their flight. I scoffed, running a hand through my hair as I glanced toward the entrance of the terminal again.
“It’s called poor time management,” I snapped, my irritation bubbling to the surface. “We have a schedule to stick to. We can’t just—”
Jason finally looked up, cutting me off with a raised brow.
“You need to chill, before that vein in your forehead bursts.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but I knew he was right - about the vein, at least. I'd always been obsessed with schedules, making sure everything went to plan. Jason was my opposite, but not to the extremity like Holden. Jason at least arrived on time. And now, thanks to his suggestion that we all travel together, I was stuck waiting for a guy who didn’t seem to care about punctuality. With an exaggerated sigh, I sank back into my seat, crossing my arms.
“I don’t know why you insisted we all travel together.”
Jason smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Because I didn’t want him to feel left out. It’s not like he’s got family or a team traveling with him. Plus, it’ll be more fun this way.”
I rolled my eyes. Fun wasn't the word I'd use to describe being late for our flight. A knot of impatience tightened in my chest.
“Sure, fun.”
Holden strolled into the terminal, looking carefree as he ambled toward us.
“Finally!” I exclaimed.
Holden's lips curled into a smirk.
“Did you miss me?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in a playful challenge.
Jason snorted beside me.
“Actually, she was planning on leaving you here.”
I shot Holden a glare, arms crossed.
“You're late.”
He chuckled, leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets.
“You can spank me later.”
My cheeks warmed at his words, but I shook off the feeling.
“Whatever.” I said, grabbing my luggage and marching toward the terminal without waiting for them to follow.
Once we boarded, I moved through the narrow aisle, my eyes scanning for my seat. I found it, nestled by the window, and lifted my bag into the overhead compartment, but it was a futile effort. I groaned in frustration as I stood on my tiptoes, stretching as far as I could, but I couldn't reach.
Suddenly, I felt someone press against my back. I recognized the tattoo on his hand. Before I could react, Holden lifted my luggage and placed it in the compartment as if it weighed nothing. I turned to him with a frown.
He grinned, that infuriatingly charming smile lighting up his face. I tried to ignore the flutter in my stomach as I took my seat by the window. As I settled in, Holden slid in the seat beside me.
“There’s no way you’re sitting beside me.” I protested.
He shrugged, the smirk never leaving his face. “Looks like I am.”
“Jason was supposed to sit with me.”
Holden leaned back, his confidence radiating off him.
“Jason asked to switch seats so he could sit by the cute girl.” he said, his tone teasing.
I rolled my eyes, surprised he'd let a girl get snatched up.
“It’s hard to believe you let Jason steal a cute girl from you.”
He reclined further in his seat, unfazed.
“She’s not my type.”
Ignoring him, I turned to gaze out the window, watching the bustle of the outside. I could feel his presence, a constant reminder of how annoying he was.
“Seems like you’re a little tense.” he said, leaning closer to my ear, his breath sending a shiver down my spine.
I stubbornly kept my gaze fixed outside.
“It’s because some jerk almost made me miss my flight.”
He chuckled, but his laughter was cut off as the pilot’s voice filled the cabin, announcing we were about to take off. Holden leaned in again, his tone teasing.
“You can hold my hand if you’re scared.”
“I’m not afraid of flying.”
“Just saying, my hand is always available.” he replied with a cheeky wink that made my stomach twist in an unsettling way.
I leaned back in my seat, determined to ignore him for the duration of the flight. He was unbearable, and I'd rather be stuck beside a screaming infant than him. This was going to be a long, chaotic journey.

Hours had passed since we took off, and I was surprised by Holden's silence. He had settled in, absorbed in a movie while I wrestled with a pile of paperwork, making sure everything would run smoothly for the next race. The cabin was dimly lit, with most of the passengers asleep, but despite the gentle hum of the engine, I found it hard to relax. Stress etched itself into my features, as I rubbed my forehead in a futile attempt to ease the frown lines.
The chill of the airplane crept in, prompting me to pull the blanket tighter around my lap. I sighed, flipping to another page of my notes, my mind racing with all the details I had to remember. The weight of my responsibilities pressed on my shoulders, and every flick of paper  felt like a reminder of how much was riding on my performance.
I sensed movement from Holden's side. He paused the movie, turning his attention to me.
“You worry too much.” he said, a teasing lilt in his voice.
I scoffed, not bothering to hide my irritation.
“That’s because you don’t worry at all.”
“Things will always work out the way they need to.” he replied, his tone infuriatingly carefree.
My jaw clenched as frustration bubbled beneath the surface.
“Why don’t you just go back to your movie?” But Holden only grinned, that infuriatingly charming smile spreading across his face, and I could feel his eyes on me, his gaze unwavering. “What are you staring at?”
He leaned back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes.
“I know a way to make you relax.”
“I’m not interested.”
The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he were trying to suppress a laugh.
“You’re no fun,” he teased, leaning in closer, his voice lowering conspiratorially. “Seriously, just take a breath. You’re going to stress yourself into a meltdown.”
“Yeah, well, some of us actually have responsibilities.”
“Responsibilities don’t have to be suffocating,” he replied, the teasing fading slightly to reveal a hint of sincerity. “You can’t control everything, Harmony. Let go a little.”
I gasped as his hand unexpectedly slid under my blanket, his fingers tracing along my inner thigh under my dress. His fingers tease me through the thin fabric of my panties. I shuddered, biting my lip to suppress a moan as he rubbed my clothed slit, feeling the growing dampness.
“Shhh, just relax,” He murmured, his warm breath tickling my ear. “If you don't want this, all you have to do is say no, but I want to make you feel good.”
His fingertips circled, and teased my sensitive mound, sending tingles of pleasure radiating through my body. I squirmed in my seat, torn between modesty and the rising heat building within me.
“That's it, darling.” Holden breathed, his hand rubbing slow, firm circles over my panty-covered mound. “Let me take care of you. I promise to be gentle.”
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my neck as his fingers dipped beneath the elastic of my panties. He stroked my slick folds, circling my sensitive clit. I bit my lip harder, my hips bucking at the intimate touch in such a public place.
“You're so wet for me already. I love how responsive your body is.”
He plunged a finger deep inside my tight heat, pumping it slowly as his thumb rubbed firm circles over my clit. I bit my lip, suppressing a moan as I felt myself grow slicker by the second. The risk of getting caught only heightened my arousal.
“Your pussy feels amazing.” He groaned, adding a second finger and curling them inside me, stroking that sensitive spot that made me see stars. “I've been dreaming of your pussy. I can't wait to taste you, to bury my face between your thighs and lick up your sweet juices.”
He pumped his fingers faster. I clenched around him, my inner walls fluttering as I neared the edge.
“When you're with me, you never have to be in control.” He growled into my ear. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come undone on my fingers.”
His other hand slid up my body, cupping my breast through my dress and teasing my hardened nipple. I arched back in his touch, biting back a moan as the dual stimulation sent me hurling towards climax. His fingers pistoned in and out of my dripping pussy.
“You're so close, aren't you? Cum for me, darling. Let me feel you come apart.” he said, drawing out my pleasure. “Such a good girl.”
He withdrew his fingers from my sensitive pussy, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean with a satisfied groan.
“Mmm, you taste as good as I remember.” He said, his eyes dark with lust as they locked with mine.
I shuddered, still coming down from my intense orgasm. I expected him to lean in to kiss me, to tease me further, but he simply turned his attention back to the movie, as if he hadn't just brought me to a shuddering climax with his fingers in a crowded plane. I blinked, trying to process the sudden shift in demeanor. Was he really going to act like that didn't happen? The thought sent a shrill through me, leaving me craving more of his touch.