We're now flying somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean.
It's about four 'o clock in the morning. Everyone else on the plane is asleep, whereas I'm wide awake, staring out the window at the midnight sky.
I hear a mumble behind me and turn to look at Indy.
He's leaning on his slightly reclined chair, eyes closed.
My lips can't help but twist into a smile as his dark, defined brows crease as he sleeps. His chest rises and falls slowly and steadily.
I start to think about everything that's happened between the two of us. I've only known him for about two and a half months now. He's put up with me for almost three freaking months. He must have a really patient mental capacity. I really admire him for his grit.
He shifts in his sleep and is now facing me, his eye lashes fluttering slightly as he dreams. I almost wish his eyes were open, so I could lose myself in those honey tinted depths.
As quietly as possible, I lean forward and fix his hair, which is a little mussed from sitting against the seat. I find I like the feel of his light brown hair as my fingers brush over it.
Suddenly, he parts his lips and inhales sharply, and his face contorts into one of pain. I freeze, completely rooted to the spot.
And then his face relaxes and he exhales smoothly, and I detect the scent of peppermint on his breath.
He said I was his best friend. I like having that title. I like it a lot.
But what if it's not enough for me?
What if I want to be...
Oh.
My.
God.
Snap out of it!
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why am I even thinking like that?
StopitstopitstopitstopitstopitSTOPIT!!
I bang my head on the window a few times just to clear any rancid thoughts out.
Okay, I'm better now.
Sorry, only two updates today for you all. I've got other stories to work on. Sorry!
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