Hey Guys! Thanks for your very encouraging reviews. Because I am going to be absent for the next week I am putting up the Second Chapter in advance. Please do review, it helps to make me give my best. I hope you enjoy this as much you enjoyed the previous chapter and if you find any errors or have any suggestions, you are most welcome.

As you all know, everything except the plot and a few characters belongs to author Meg Cabot.

Chapter 2

That's when something hit my head. Wait a minute…..land? Oh heck!! I was still on the plane hugging my fellow passenger!!! When all this came back to me, I pushed at him rather violently, and got back up. I opened my bag, took out a bottle of water from it and nearly drank up half of it. Then I took out a chewing gum, popped it into my mouth, munching at such a rate that I was sure I would have a jaw ache. Then I turned around to look at my fellow passenger, fully meaning to apologize. Only I couldn't get anything out of my mouth. That was because I had just seen a Greek God.

I have always been the one in the family that talks a lot. I always have something to say. The only time I had stayed shut was at my dad's funeral. I of course knew that there would come another time in my life when I would be speechless, but I never thought it would be because of a guy!!! I mean yeah, I had never seen anyone like him before, but I didn't think I would do what I did next. Which was to stare open mouthed at this guy. I mean, I had a chewing gum in my mouth for goodness sake. Could I not have behaved with some more dignity? Well, Mr. I'm So Cute just stared at me with his eyebrows raised as if to ask, 'yes?' and in the end what hurried me into speech was his finally saying the word itself. "Uh…." I stuttered still unable to come up with anything very sensible to say. Then, suspicion dawned. "Wait a minute…" I said narrowing my eyes. His dark brown eyes grew more and more amused with every word I uttered. "How the hell do you know my name?"

He threw his head back and laughed. Cute he might be but if he continued to annoy me the way he was, he was most definitely not going to stay that way. Once he was done laughing, I said to him, "Look Mister, I have a highly capable fist and you have a more than inviting cheek. So if you don't come up with something good sometime soon, you are going to regret it." He looked more amused than threatened and said," I never argue with a woman."

"I bet!" I muttered under my breath and by the way his grin grew I knew he knew exactly what I was thinking. "Could we get on with some answers now?" I said being uncharacteristically rude. This guy's presence was making me very uncomfortable. "Your bag―" he began. I cut him off. "You went through my stuff!! God how indecent could you be?" I said so very loudly that he winced. "Your bag has a security tag that has your name on it. I read it and thought calling you by your fist name while waking you up would be better than going with Miss Simon. And seeing what a spitfire you are I am glad I took that decision" Of course he said the last part in an undertone and even though I had heard it, I let it pass. "Oh!" was my brilliant reply.

Seeming to notice my discomfort, he put out his name and said," My name is Jesse de Silva. I'm a doctor."

"College Junior New York University. So, you are a doctor huh? You don't look that old."

He chuckled and said,"I'm not. I am a graduated doctor and am doing my specialization this year. I'm just about four years older than you are."

" Please secure your seat belts. We are about to land." Said the metallic voice of the pilot which echoed throughout the cabin.

"Ok. I'll talk to you later. I have serious ear ache problems during landing." I said initiating a kind smile from him.

I closed my eyes trying to think of anything but the building pressure in my ears. Seeing that I was sitting next to the specimen of manhood, I didn't exactly have many problems. Just thinking about his soft brown highly hand-runnable straight hair that fell to his forehead, his highly kissable manly lips, his washboard abs very clearly visible beneath this partially open white shirt, his hard muscular thighs so snuggly clad in faded blue jeans and his strong biceps, the feel of which I could still feel on my cheeks, made me want to swoon. I just hoped that if unconsciously I did swoon, he would take it to be because of the pain in my ears.

Finally after we landed (which included a lot of crazy mental swooning and moaning on my part), Jesse being the perfect gentleman, helped me with my luggage. Just as we were about to part ways, an idea came to my mind. I really wanted to get to know this guy. And if this was really it, I wanted to make sure that my curiosity did not eat me up later. So, I asked him,"Hey, I'm kind of hungry, do you want to grab some breakfast?" "Uh…sure." was his reply. So I turned my trolly around and started towards the restaurant to have another shot at the overpriced rubber they sold.

Just as I was about to enter the restaurant, Jesse took hold of my arm, turned me around and whispered in my ear,"Mistiltoe." His proximity making it even harder to decipher what he was saying, made me reply with,"What?" But even before the word came out, the very lips I had been fantasizing about mere hours ago, caught hold of mine and devoured them with such passion that it made my head spin. Unconscious of the fact, I let my hand run along his abs and move over his shoulder to rest around his neck. My right hand went up to his dark soft hair I had been fantasizing running my hands through and did just that. My left hand caught hold of his shirt in a tight grip. Meanwhile, his hand snaked around my waist bringing me even closer to him. His other hand played with my hair, driving white hot need through my body with such intensity that it left me breathless. My head was dizzy with delight and I felt guilty pleasure in letting Jesse take over. I had never really let anyone I hardly knew even hug me before. Just as my lungs screamed for air, I heard my name being called out.

Both of us seemed to come back to our senses then, and reality seemed to hit me like cold air. I turned to Jesse with horrified eyes and saw an equally horrified expression on his face marred by regret; for kissing me or for kissing me I did not know. He turned to me and whispered,"Sorry querida, I took it too far." Then he turned on his heel and left me and my pulsing, sore lips standing there.