It was kind of adorable.
“Is there any chance we could just enjoy our honeymoon?” I moved my finger along Ull’s jaw, over his Adam’s apple, and down the hollow of his neck. My palm rested against his chest; the thud of his heart beat a steady rhythm against my skin. “Please?”
“That look is not going to work on me every time, you know.” Ull sounded frustrated.
“Then why is the corner of your mouth twitching?”
“Because. That look
is
going to work on me ninety nine percent of the time, and you know it.” Ull chuckled. “All right. I will drop it. But only because we are here.”
“We are?” I leaned across Ull’s lap and tried to raise the window shade.
“Not yet. Trust me, you want to see the whole picture. Not just a sliver of it.” He tightened his arms around my shoulders as the plane touched down. In seconds it came to a stop, and the world’s loveliest flight attendant walked out of the cockpit. She pressed a button on the side of the plane and a door opened, inviting beams of sunlight into the dim cabin. It was a shock after spending several hours in semi-darkness, and I blinked against the brightness.
“Sorry sweetheart.” Ull reached into my bag, then placed a pair of sunglasses atop my nose. He cupped my cheek in one hand. “I forget how sensitive your eyes must be.”
It was true. Enhanced vision was just one of the side effects of becoming a goddess. But if the sparks shooting off my cheek were any indication, my sensitivity to Ull’s touch was going to be much more problematic.
“Come.” Ull stood, stretching his long legs and holding out a hand. I placed my fingers in his and followed him to the front of the plane, tugging at the hem of my dress as I moved. “Leave it,” Ull ordered without looking back. “I like it up there.”
The temperature in my cheeks tripled.
“Mr. and Mrs. Myhr.” Our flight attendant tossed her chocolaty-brown hair over one shoulder. “Welcome to Asgard Cay.”
“Thank you, Stacey.” Ull nodded as he stepped out of the plane. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of aviator shades. He put them on, and turned to me, hand outstretched. “Are you ready?”
There was no way I could ever be ready for this—my first day as an immortal, starting my honeymoon with a Norse god. So I did the only thing I could. I closed my eyes, took a breath, and put my hand in his. Then I stepped out of the cabin.
“Let’s do this.”