ELEVEN
The gentle hum of the plane must have lulled me to sleep, because when I wake up I'm under a blanket, reclined in my chair. Edward sits in the seat opposite me in the other aisle. He is typing on his laptop as a rapid speed. I forget where I am for a heartbeat. He wears jeans now and a simple shirt. The clothes aren't anything too dramatic but they're off expensive quality. His muscles are hugged perfectly by the sleeves of the shirt.
"Oh," I smile at him.
He turns to grin at me.
"Sleeping beauty," he says greeting me.
"I had a weird dream," I smile.
"Oh really?" He asks closing the lid of his computer.
"Yeah. I dreamt that you were a secret spy and we were running from these men," I say with a smirk.
"How intense," he says.
"Yeah," I say biting my lip.
"It seems a little farfetched though," he says running a hand through his hair.
"That's what I thought," I roll my eyes.
Silence is exchanged between us before both of us burst into laughter. We laugh at the situation. We laugh from exhaustion and possibly a little fear.
"I think we need to talk," he sighs.
He stands and moves to sit beside me. My seat moves slightly as he reclines beside me. He lifts the dividing armrest beside us and wraps an arm around me pulling my body to him. I let him. I needed the comfort.
"I'm sorry," he whispers leaning in to kiss my neck.
"I just don't understand," I shake my head.
"I should have explained earlier. But I wanted this to be my past and the possibility of you as a future," he says taking my hand in his.
"Why'd you quit? I remember Alice said it was a tough year," I say.
"Well, I got hurt pretty bad. I died and they managed to revive me during an operation to get a bullet out. My family demanded I give it up. So I took my generous retirement package and agreed to move," he explains, "Then I saw you. On the first day of moving. I knew it was some sort of sign because after I left your salon I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"Edward," I start.
His hand covers my mouth.
"Shhh," he says, "I hate that I've got you into this mess. I promise I will get you out."
"My father was hurt as a cop a year or so back. He's in a wheelchair," I say suddenly.
I'm unsure why I felt the need to say it out loud. Perhaps to prove I understand how his family felt.
"I promise to return you to him without a hair out of place," he nods, "We're going to sort this shit out and then I won't stop grovelling until you agree to a third date."
Nothing I can do could hold back the smile stretching across my face. He returns my smile before pulling my hand to his mouth for a soft kiss.
"So where are we flying?" I ask.
"South. I've contacted a friend in California who will give us a car. There we'll drive toward Texas. I can hide you at a farmhouse there," he says.
"Sex in the hay?" I smirk.
His laughter is sweet. I yearn to hear it again once he finishes.
"You can have sex with me wherever you want," he winks leaning down to kiss me.
It's slow and sweet. I can feel the emotion behind her feels behind it. It's a promise of safety. Of putting this right. Rosalie might think me stupid but I trusted Edward. There was no how-to guide on this. I was following my instinct regardless of how poor it might look.
"I need to use the restroom," I say.
"Okay. It's at the back of the plane," he says motioning down the passageway.
I unbuckle myself and throw the blanket aside. His hand firmly pats my ass as I slide past him. I jump slightly giggling.
"If you're longer than five minutes you'll be joining the mile high club," he grins.
"What makes you think I'm not a member?" I raise an eyebrow.
"I'm the FBI," he grins.
"Wait!" I gasp placing a hand behind his head on his chair, the other on my hip, "Have you done a background check on me?"
"No. I wanted to get to know you properly," he laughs, "Have you had sex in a plane?"
"No," I glare down at him.
His laughter lingers behind me as I step into the bathroom pushing the door closed and sliding the lock. The room was spacious in comparison to a normal commercial flight. I take a deep breath and take in my appearance in the mirror. Under my clothes, I still wore the lingerie. His shirt still hung from me and his baggy pants hung low on my waist.
"How the fuck did you find yourself in this mess and still want him, Bella?" I ask my reflection.
I wished I could hear Rosalie's voice. Her advice would be valuable at this moment. Despite having people race around the country hunting Edward her biggest concern was her love life. Could this carry on? Should I just get through this and then decide that?
Sitting down at the toilet I hurriedly do my business and then wash my hands. That's when I notice the faint beep. Confused I open the draws in the vanity and the cupboard doors beneath the sink.
"What the?" I ask myself.
The beeping grows louder from the cupboard doors. I run my hand around inside gently until I notice some of the plaster fall away. I open it and notice the device instantly. My head told me it was part of the plane. My gut said run. But where? I'm on a plane!
"Edward!" I scream.
In seconds the bathroom door is whipped open. He takes in the scene before me before ripping me up. He takes my place studying the device.
"I can't deactivate it," he says.
"So what do we do?" I say panicking.
The breath in my chest grows short. My chest constricts with each breath in.
"We need to jump," he explains.
"What!" I scream.
"Bruce," Edward calls out down the hall of the plane.
Edward heads toward the cockpit and I follow unsure of what else I can do. He opens the door but before I can see inside he's coming back toward me angry.
"Fuck sake," he shouts.
"What?!" I cry.
"Dead. Tell me did you drink anything or eat since you boarded the plane?" he demands.
I shake my head.
"They did," he gestures back.
"So the plane has no one in control," I ask panicking.
"Autopilot. But it won't work after the plane goes boom," he says pulling open a door beside the cockpit.
He pulls out a backpack and shrugs it on.
"We need to jump," he says throwing a jumpsuit to me, "put this on. Ask me questions once I get us safe."
"I can't jump," I say.
"It's either that or you die," he says kneeling down to get both my feet in the jumpsuit.
He pulls it up my body and once my arms are in he quickly zips it up.
"I'll have you safe. I swear it Bella. We just need to get to the hideout," he says turning me to face opposite him.
I feel him clip my body to his and pick me up slightly so my feet dangle above the floor. I was entering full-blown panic mode now. I hated heights. This was the worst that fear could see I guess.
His arms pull open the aeroplane door before me and instantly the wind whips my hair back over his shoulder. He wraps one of his arms around my waist and kisses my shoulder.
"Close your eyes," he shouts over the roar of the wind.
They already were.
"Please," I scream.
Pleading is no use though because suddenly I'm sensation felt like falling asleep and jerking awake from the feeling of dropping from a height. Only I couldn't wake up from this. His arm stays strong around me holding my body close. I'm too frightened to open my eyes, or even scream. The wind hit my body hard. As I begin to wonder when he'd pull the parachute we're pulled back and suddenly floating toward the ground.
Daringly I open my eyes and look down. The view was breathtaking with the sun beginning to rise before us. However, it was high. As I took it all in I heard the explosion behind us. I manage to twist my head to catch the ball of fire above us in the air. We were meant to be inside that. We were meant to die.
"It's okay," Edward says kissing my face, "let's get us safe. Then we can talk some more."
Talking was the last thing I wanted.
"You aren't out of the woods yet," I confirm.
Perhaps I needed to get away from this guy. It was clear danger followed him.
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