Breathless

Chapter 2

Hey guys, the guy I casted as Christian is the same guy I use for like, every other story. He's so attractive. I'm going to try to post a photo of him and if Erin but it might not upload. If it doesn't, I'm sorry.

I'm not as slick as I act.

He's caught me staring like ten times. I wandered off to some little store to get food for dinner because obviously I was trapped in this damn airport, starving.

I couldn't find real food so I bought four bags or gummy worms. I've eaten one bag so far. It's eleven twenty five and the plane is boarding. My phone is fully charged because I had my ass next to an outlet. I check my information to see where I'm supposed to sit, and I get in line with the boarding information. The hot guy is in front of me this time. He's so attractive. He's wearing white vans, a pair of skinny jeans, not too skinny where it's gross, because he's actually quite muscular so his legs aren't twigs. He has rips in the knees of his jeans. He's wearing a gray tank top and a blue and white plaid button down that's left open.

Fuckkkkkkkkk.

Marry me.

I need help.

I give the gate attendant my stuff and he let's me on.

Nervous, I wander onto the plane and find my seat.

They're assigned, which sucks, but whatever. I slide into the window seat and send a text to Mom.

Me: I'm on the plane. I'll text you when I get to layover.

Her reply is fast.

Mom: okay be careful I love you

Me: l love you too

I settle into my seat, ripping open another bag of gummy worms. I get out my earphones and put my bag in the storage in the seat in front of me.

This plane is very weird and it's not three person a row, it's only two.

People are filing onto the plane, finding their seat, and the super adorable hot guy sits down.

In the seat next to me.

And I'm sitting here like a fucking idiot with a bag of gummy bears.

Oh god.

I glue my eyes to the window, put my seatbelt on, and tune out everything as we take off.

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When we're safely in the air, the cute guy clears his throat.

"Are you going to eat those?"

I look up at him.

"I'm sorry?"

"I just wanted to know if you were going to eat those gummy bears. They smell good and they're my favorite and not to be rude but you're not giving them enough attention."

I smile and pull another unopened bag from my carry on.

"Here. Have them."

"Wow. You're prepared." He says, ripping the bag open with his teeth.

His teeth are perfectly white and straight.

"They were my attempt at dinner." I laugh quietly.

He smiles. "Wow."

It falls silent and I start eating the bag in my hand.

"So, why are you headed to Michigan?"

"I grew up in Marshall and all sixteen members of my family want me to visit them. They moved to Holland so I'm going there."