Taken

Part 8

Quinn's POV:
I had 2 hours until my flight to Louisiana, and I was finishing up packing.
"Okay, I have clothes, makeup, shoes, what else?" I said to myself, looking around the room. My gaze fell on Cara's laptop. Maybe it would be best to take it with me, just in case I need it. I went over to her desk and picked it up. It was lightweight and silver. I slipped it into its case and tucked it in the bottom of my suitcase. Right then, my phone went up. It was a text from Luke.
"Hey, ready to go?" I texted back right away.
"Sure, meet me at the subway." We had to take a train down to the airport, because neither of us had a car.

When I got there, I saw Luke sitting on a bench. I walked over and sat with him in silence until our train came.
"Here goes nothing," I said under my breath when I boarded the train. It was really full, so Luke and I had to stand. I clutched the pole on the train so hard, my knuckles turned white. I wasn't used to standing on the subway. At one point, the train sped up and I lost my grip on the pole and started to fall backwards. Luke caught me and my eyes met his.
"That was close," he said with a cute smile on his face. He lifted me back up but kept his hands on my hips.
"You can let go now," I said, moving my hands down on top of his. I turned to face him.
"You can't be too careful," he said, loosening his grip but not moving his hands. I turned back around and caught myself starting to smile.

When we walked into the airport terminal, there was so much tension between Luke and I, I couldn't even look at him without getting nervous. I seriously regretted letting him come with me.
"Now boarding flight 667 to Louisiana," a woman's voice came over the PA system.
"That's us," Luke said, getting out his ticket. I nodded awkwardly and followed him onto the plane. We took our seats, and a few minutes later the plane took off. We didn't say much to each other for the first hour, and then Luke broke the silence.
"Hey Quinn," he said, I looked over at him, "are you okay?"
"Um oh uh yeah it's good -- er I'm good," I was stumbling over my words. He didn't seem to notice, because he continued the conversation.
"I know we don't know each other all too well," he said, "and I hope I wasn't intruding by inviting myself along, I just wanted to make sure you would be okay."
"Oh, no, don't worry about it," I said, "It's nice to have company." I turned away. I couldn't worry about Luke. I was going to Louisiana to find out what's going on with Cara and that's all.
"Quinn," Luke said. I looked at him. My gaze met his deep brown eyes. The light was casting a shadow on his face, and I caught myself thinking he looked really good. I was expecting him to say something, but all of a sudden his hands were on the sides of my face and he was leaning in. Before I had time to react, his lips were pressed against mine. His lips were warm and soft, and soon I melted into the kiss. I was so caught up in kissing Luke that I almost forgot why I was on this plane in the first place.