Thirty seconds later, it returned.
Instead, Josh claimed the shared armrest, draped his jacket over the divider, and stretched one foot into my legroom.
Every time he moved, his thigh pressed harder against mine.
I tapped his arm.
"Could you move your foot, please?"
He removed one headphone.
His thigh pressed harder against mine.
"I'm six-three. Where exactly do you expect my legs to go?"
"Into the space you paid for."
He smirked.
"If you're not using the space, what's the problem?"
"I am using it, Josh."
He shook his head and put his headphones back on.
"I am using it, Josh."
Apparently, that settled the matter.
I tried crossing my ankles, but his shoe was in the way. When I tucked my feet closer together, my hip began aching.
I folded my sweater and placed it beside me for support.
That helped briefly.
"Lord, help me," I muttered.
