On a plane with Ian Somerhalder (#2 ; With Ian Somerhalder)

2. Up in the Air

Things had settled down after I got up to my feet and sat beside my mysterious savior. Everyone that was watching with curious stares of 'the woman who ran through the airport with a broken heel and brown stain. Yeah... I was going to be the joke people told their friends.

I felt his gaze on me as I tried to lose myself in the book I had brought with me.

The man seated beside me was the reason my heart was pulsing through my chest, like a horse galloping and trying to break free. It wanted to hop up and serve itself in a silver platter to this man. A man I barely knew.
That's a stupid, stupid idea.

I'm not the kind of woman who dreams about marriage and kids after one date with a man.

I tried focus, but it was useless. The only thing I could do was meet his gaze.

But that was a dumb idea too.

It struck me, for the third time today, that this man was so... handsome. Hot. Sexy. A word hasn't been created yet to define and set justice to his looks. He was the type of man that you dream about, where you ride on a horse clutching him as he takes you away to his castle to do whatever he pleases with you.
But he's supposed to stay there, in my dream... Not sitting beside me on the plane.

"Good book?" He asked.

His deep voice rumbled through me, an it took me a few seconds to recover before I realized he was talking about the book I could concentrate on.

"Yeah.." I replied, breathlessly.

"What's it about?"

I shifted nervously, crossing my legs and trying to control the raging blush that was creating in my cheeks.

"Well..." I muttered, trying to remember what I've read so far. "It's called the 'five people you meet in heaven'. My best friend gave it to me on my birthday... anyways, it's about an old maintenance man, who works at an amusement park, saving the life of a child, and in turn, sacrificing his own." I looked down at the book, not looking at him. "Honestly, I haven't been concentrating on the last few pages."

It was silent for a moment, the only sounds were of the rustling of the stewardess.

"Why?" He muttered, his face just a few inches closer.

"W-well because... y-you distract me." I stuttered.

I haven't stuttered since I was 10... Proves to show you how much this man, a man I barely know, affects me.

"I'm a distraction, hmm?" He hummed deeply.

I turned my head, my eyes widening as I realized how close he actually got.
His lips, so much fuller than I've ever seen on a male, so pink.
Just one inch and I could-

A deep chuckle broke me out of my fixed gaze. I met his eyes, only to find them filled with amusement.
I was a joke to him.

I scowled down at my book, before hastily unbuckling my seat and nearly running to the bathroom.
I took a few seconds before I leaned away from the door and locked myself in the laboratory. In seconds, light framing the mirror turned on, and I could see my reflection.

My hair band has snapped, as usual, so my wavy hair tumbled down to my waist. I frowned at myself, mentally criticizing the way I dressed.
Why couldn't my nose be bigger?
My cheeks less red?
My lips bigger?
My chest larger?

All my insecurities came crashing down.

How could have I expected this man to kiss me, when I wasn't even beautiful.

No.

I wouldnt do that to myself. I am not going to make myself feel bad just because I wasnt born flawlessly beautiful.