A few moments earlier, just before Olivia turned her head and caught sight of Annabelle halfway in Max's lap—
Max had barely clicked his seatbelt when the jet gave a sudden jolt.
Caught mid-lean, Annabelle lost her footing.
Her body lurched forward, sliding across the sleek flip table between them and crashed into Max. Her hands found his shoulders for balance just as he instinctively caught her by the arms.
As a result, her back hunched, presenting a hollow view of her cleavage through the spaghetti strap top she wore.
"I'm sorry." she said, staring up at his face with a nervous-hesitant look.
"It's okay-"
"Are you kids okay?"
Interrupting the moment, Max heard his father's voice from the front of the cabin.
"Olivia? Blake?"
"Anna, Annabelle."
"Daisy, Noah, Daniel?"...
His aunts voice came right after, however the names they called barely registered anything because they had headphones over their head or were too rocked by the situation to respond.
"We are fine."
