SECRETLY YOURS [e.munson]

TWO

I blinked open my eyes and looked around. I could hear shouting but I couldn't work out what was being said. I felt around and it seemed like I was laying on grass.

A cool hand landed on my forehead and brushed my hair away.

"Morning, sweetheart." A familiar voice said. My eyes adjusted and those brown eyes that were the last thing I saw were also the first thing I woke up to.

"Hi. Are we dead?" I asked groggily as I sat up. I didn't realise I was laying my head on his lap until he guided me up. He had taken his leather jacket off and draped it over my body. Only then I could see his toned arms, and- my god -tattoo's.

"Not quite." He chuckled. "You passed out before we crashed. Everyone survived."

"Oh my god." I rubbed my hands down my face. "We were in a plane crash."

I looked over to Eddie again, he had a cut just above his eyebrow. His thick curls became matted in his blood.

"Shit! You're hurt." I reached forward to take a look but he pushed my hand down away from him. I might have overstepped a boundary. I don't know this man at all but it felt like I'd known him for ages. I feel safe around him.

"It's fine, just needs a clean. They're taking us to a hotel so I'll get checked out then. There's people way worse off than me."

I went to thank him but people started shouting through megaphones trying to get us in order to take us to the hotel for the night. Eddie got up first brushing off his trousers before turning to me and helping me up. Before I could say anything he walked towards where people were queuing up. I followed him like a lost puppy staying on his trail.

* * *

Once we arrived at the hotel we were given a complementary bag and clothes for the night. Eddie had stayed with me the whole ride on the coach to the hotel and waited in the queue for me to get my stuff. He even walked me to my hotel room.

Before walking in I had realised I still had his leather jacket with me.

"Thank you, Eddie. For everything today." I held my hand out with his jacket which he took with a smile. "I'm sorry for being annoying."

"Well, you did say you had a bad feeling about that flight. Maybe I should've trusted you." He joked. "G'night sweetheart."

Fuck sake, that nickname.

I watched as he walked to his hotel room a few doors down. I stayed outside until he disappeared into the room with a nod and a smile. I gave a small wave as I backed up into my room.

I looked around the room taking in the little details. It wasn't flattering at all, it looked old, dark and cheap. How my parents would hate this. Speaking of which, I should probably give them a call.

* * *

It had been a few hours since we arrived at the hotel. I had showered, changed, and spoken to my parents who were completely freaking out over the phone. Mom more than dad, dad was going on about suing the company and mom was busy crying down the line.

I was now currently lead in bed still in my robe as I hadn't been bothered to change into pyjamas after my shower, it had gone midnight and I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I could hear the screams of people around me, I could feel the plane going down, and all I could picture was him.