Planes and Kisses
"Champagne Ms. Stella?" the young flight attendant asked as she held out a tray of flutes. I nodded and took one and thanked the woman. I leaned back in my first class chair and got ready for the long flight ahead of me. I was moving from the luxury of New York to the luxurious estate of L.A. I was moving in with my aunt because my dad is going to Paris for tow years to help with a fashion line. I took a sip from my flute. The plane hadn't taken off yet, and I glanced out of the window and saw the workers hassling around trying to the luggage in the plane. I pulled down the cover for the window. I was still tired from waking up early. I spread the blanket I had over my whole body and began leafing through one of the many books I brought on the plane with me. I barely listened to the safety instructions. I began to read. Soon after, the plane began to ascend. After they allowed us, I began to watch a movie I had on my iPad. I glanced around the cabin, and saw a gorgeous sight. He was hotter than anything I have ever seen. He had a very nice build and a cute face. He stood up and took off his sweatshirt. He had to be at least 6' 2". His biceps were perfect; they weren't too big or too small. He had a Justin Bebier hairstyle going on. I didn't even realize I was staring until he glanced at me. He smiled and he had the whitest smile I had ever seen. His eyes were an amazing blue-silver. I smiled back and looked away. I figured he got that kind of attention all the time. I was surprised when he came and sat next to me. I had the whole row to myself. "Hello." He said in a shocking Italian accent. Wow, this guy is getting better and better. "Hi." I said. "My name is Antonio." He said. "My name is Maria." I said with a hint of a Spanish accent. I have always said my name with a Spanish accent because I mostly grew up with my grandmamma, and she had me take Spanish for seven years. "That's a lovely name." He said. "Thank you." I said. "I guess a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He said. I was a bit shocked that he thought I was pretty. I heard from plenty of people that I was pretty though. I had the long elegant legs; the Carmel colored skin tone, the curvy slim bathing suit body, and the long razor straight dark chocolate hair. I had the unhurried, no effort kind of perfection. "Thank you. You look hot." I said not meeting his eyes. He chuckled. "Thank you." He said. I looked up into his eyes and they had a liquid sensation. It felt like I could drown in his eyes. "Can I be honest with you right now?" He asked. "I would prefer if you were." I said. He smiled, "I would very much love to kiss you right now." He said. "Then why don't you?" I asked. I soon realized that we were both leaning closer together. Soon I was close enough where I felt the heat rolling off of him. OMG!!!! Am I really about to kiss a guy I know nothing about? He could have a girlfriend and not tell me, he could be involved with something. I soon realized I didn't care. I leaned in closer and felt the brush of his lips. I silently thanked god that we were in the back and no one was paying attention.