"No, let me finish. I like you a lot. I know we just met, and well, I don’t know if it’s the vodka or the air pressure, but I would like to eat you.  Oh, God. No, not that. Eat with you. Dinner - yes. Eat dinner with you, when we land, of course." Evan was terrible at chatting up girls. He had only ended up with Winnie because she was Donald’s little sister. The plane shimmied, Jean fell toward him, and he caught her. She was warm, soft, and solid. Without thinking, he did the thing that he wanted to do the most and pressed his lips against hers. He tasted the orange juice and smelled flowers from her shampoo. 