Joshua still hadn't said anything when he, too, turned the corner to walk towards their suite. And as they turned the corner, he stopped,...

'For a room on a plane, I could swing an amur tiger.' Joshua takes my hands and pulls me up onto my heels. I pucker up to him, arms around his neck and we kiss. Long and lingering. 'Merry Christmas,' he says, when we finally let each other up. And just like that, the altitude wasn't the only thing stealing the air from me.