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

9. Panic

I laid in Ian's bed, his heavily muscled arms surrounding me, holding me close to him. So close that we could've been mistaken as one whole body. Ian was still sound asleep, his hot breath fanning my ear.
I had waken up nearly a half hour ago, Ian spooning me and literally pinning me down to the bed. Even if I wanted to leave the bed, I wouldn't be able to. Not that I ever wanted to leave. Ian was strong and big, but asleep, he seemed 10 years younger. His warmth kept me cuddled.
Don't you love it when the AC is cold, but you're all snuggled up and comfortable under warm blankets? That's how it felt, sleeping with Ian, even being with him. I didn't ever want to leave this feeling of serenity. Of peace.

Slowly and as quietly as I could, I turned my body in his arms so that I could take a look at his face.
Handsome.
God-like.
He was all those things awake, but while he was sleeping, he had less of his rugged features. So much softer, less worried. Even the little wrinkles that formed when he smiled where gone.

Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers were slowly tracing his features. His beautiful long eyelashes, one that, on any other man would've seemed girly. But on Ian, it just added to his god-like good looks.
His lips, pink and full were perfectly formed, the bottom a little larger than the top. I remembered the feel of his lips against mine, how soft it had felt.
My fingers traced his jawline, one that was so sharp, I was afraid I would get cut.

How could a man this handsome be single? And lying in bed with me?
I bet he had lines of woman just waiting for him to give them a chance.

Before my thoughts could get any deeper, I felt rather than saw Ian wake up.
His eyes fluttered open, and I was once again left speechless at their color.
It was unique. The color was a bright blue, somewhere between turquoise and a darker shade. But that wasn't what left me speechless.
It was the clear window I could see. Every emotion he felt, was expressed through those heart-stopping eyes.

Then, I stopped breathing all together when he smiled at me. The most genuine smile, so full of bliss, etched on his face and through his eyes.

A swirling in my tummy began to form, not the typical butterflies, but a zoo of animals stomping their way around.

If I didn't know any better, Id think I was falling in love...
But that wasn't possible.
No.
Was it?

My chest constricted grew until I literally had trouble breathing. Pain etched into the center of my chest, spreading and completely consuming my thoughts.

Do you know when you read a book, or watch a movie, and you get that restricting pain in the center of your chest when something happens to them? Or when your favorite couple finally get together?

I felt like I was at the top of the highest roller coaster, about to instantaneously drop... That panic fueled with excitement...
That's how it felt. How I felt.

Somehow though, while I mentally tried to calm my body down from what seemed to be a growing panic attack, Ian had sensed my inner turmoil.
In a flash, Ian's body was hovering over me, and somehow that helped. My vision was getting fuzzy until he wasn't only a shape and colors, until I loses my eyes completely.

"Ian-" I gasped, my breathing becoming erratic since none of the oxygen was actually entering my chest.

Ian brought his lips to the crook of my neck, kissing my neck where my pulse sat beating overtime, while he whispered in my ear soothing words.

"Breathe, Isabelle. Just breathe." Ian murmured, his voice echoing much louder in my head.

Just breathe.
Just breathe.
Just...