Plane Old Love (#MidnightSunMovie)

Night Flight

I gripped the arm rest on the air plane, praying in my head that i would live through this moment. I shut my eyes and attempted to breathe slowly, deeply. I focused on my breath, and not the fact that I could fall to my death at any moment, I had no clue if I was alright.
My hand was embraced in cold and I opened my eyes to look at the person next to me, who gripped my hand.
We'll be okay. We will.
I looked at him, hoping he would be able to hear the words I was speaking in my head.
He looked up at me, breathing heavily, dark eyes blinking quickly
I turned to face him, holding his hand and his arm.
I didn't know him all that well, all I had said was "hey sorry can I put the arm rest down" when I  got onto the plane.
He had just nodded, which was alright.
That's all the boy with the brown side swept hair, who now looked at me with intense fear, had done and now we were holding each other on a plane, that was plummeting down further and further.
He was shaking, sweating, I could feel his heart thumping through his hands, his arms. I rested my head under his chin, hoping he would feel my heart racing at the same speed. We were both scared, and that was alright.
The lights on the plane slowly clicked back on, and we no longer were plummeting down, instead steady, hanging above the clouds.
"Sorry," I started to pull away from the stranger, but his grip was still tight around me.
"Just... just wait a second" He whispered, still breathing heavily, his heart still thumping in his chest. He pressed his lips against my hair, "thank you"
I pulled away, masking any emotion on my face. I pulled my hand off his arm and lightly touched his face, "you're welcome"
He leaned forward, meeting my forehead with his, and pressed my hand to his face with his own hand. "I thought I was- we were-going to...t-to die."
"Not yet," I said, feeling no desire to distance myself from him. I was safe, on this plane, on this night in his arms. Behind him I could see the sky outside the window, lightning cracking around us, a plane full of people mixed among the clouds.
"Can I-k-kiss you," He whispered. "we almost just died, and I have never kissed a beautiful stranger."
He was odd, but attractive. A stranger who called me beautiful and held me as we almost died. I nodded, even though I hated to be asked to kiss and let my eyes flutter closed as he pressed his lips onto mine. It was a gentle kiss, and I could suddenly feel his heart beat, even in his lips.
It was constant, and not pounding like it did before. That was alright.