FLIGHT

I ignore Will as we take our seats. His seat being conveniently next to mine. Instead, I keep myself looking out the window, starring at the barran tarmac. The airhostess is easy to drown out and she goes through the simpliest list of safety instructions probably ever seen on an aircrat. I keep to myself even as the plane started moving.

"Andrea," Will says quietly. I ignore him. I'll talk to him when I feel the heat simmer in my gut.

"Andreaa," he whispers again, this time drawing out my name.

His hand grabs my leg.

"What?" I finally turn from the window, irritation pulsing through me. His silver eyes blink at me. Vibrant and awed.

"The plane is moving," he says a tad breathlessly. What?

"What did you say?" I frown at him. He whips his head around frantically.

"It's moving Andrea." What the fuck.

He grabs my leg so tightly I jolt in my seat. The plan turns slowly, starting its ascent down the runaway. As the plane increases its spread, Wills hand clutches my thigh tighter.

"Oh my God