A/N: First and foremost I would like to extend a HUGE HUGE thank you for all the lovely reviews! I am so glad it's being received so well! :) .. This one's not the MOST exciting of chapters but it's mostly just to kind of carry us into the next chapter. Which will be up tomorrow afternoon...or maybe even later tonight ;)

I splashed water on my face in an attempt to reduce the pink flush that was showing no signs of faltering. Sighing deeply I resigned to the only option left, returning to my seat.

I walked hesitantly down the aisle, shuffling awkwardly past the sleeping child, as much as I hated to admit it, the large idiot from earlier was right, this child, even in his unconscious state was causing a monstrous obstruction. I faltered slightly as I crossed him, catching my balance just in time, narrowly avoiding falling into Arizona's lap.

I sat down and exhaled cautiously, fidgeting with my necklace, waiting for the silence to be filled with awkward confrontation. But it never came. I took a sneaky glance in her direction only to find her casually skimming through a magazine as though nothing had happened, as though she had not, but ten minutes ago, jumped me in a toilet cubicle. I was seriously beginning to think this girl was bipolar. She was so hot and cold. I cleared my throat, not because I was preparing to speak, but as a way of catching her attention in the hopes that she might have something to say. As awkward as I was sure confrontation would be, I was certain ignorantly sitting here would not provide me with any more bliss. However, the only response I received was her beautiful face throw me a perfect, momentary smile before reverting her attention back to her magazine.

Seriously? We are really gonna do this? Sit here? Say nothing?

I was wrenched from my thoughts as the cabin began to rock in the wind as we began our descent. Although I didn't mind flying, I had an inexplicable fear of the whole taking off and landing experience Obviously I liked to be on the ground, but the process of getting there terrified me. I felt as though I was plummeting to my death as the plane picked up speed and the metal tube rocked. Thoughts of Arizona's lips on mine rushed from head, replaced by fear. My eyes instinctively shutting as tight as possible, my now sweaty hands grabbing clumsily for the armrest. Shit. Evidently the armrest to my right was already occupied. By body tensed, I was frozen, unsure of how to react. Obviously this was an uncomfortable accident and I should have pulled my hand away immediately, but unfortunately the fear that now consumed me made it impossible to move. I could feel her gaze upon me and my hand twitched slightly in an attempt to remove itself. It didn't get very far before I felt a shift. Suddenly soft fingers interlinked with my own, giving them a comfortingly gentle squeeze.

She's holding my hand!

A shiver ran down my spine at the gesture and I smiled inwardly to myself.

A calm washed over me and I gripped her hand tighter. The effect this girl was having on me were something else, how could I get off this plane and never see her again? The thought scared me almost as much as the purpose of my venture. I couldn't explain it. We were strangers, on a plane, we kissed, it was nice, but we were strangers and I was straight. No. I am straight!

Maybe what I'm feeling is a comfort thing? My mind is all over the place. I'm scared and lost and confused. She is just a temporary escape. That must be it! I'm scared and taking refuge in this perfect stranger, who is completely opposite to everything I know, she has allowed me to disregard reality entirely. That must be it!

The plane finally hit the ground with what some might call ease, I however, call it, horrifying force. Semi-relief poured over me. It was short lived however as the realisation that I was here, in the place where my issues had to now, ultimately be addressed and fixed, hit me.

I opened my eyes and looked at my fingers, still curled around hers, not wanting to let go but knowing that she would pull away at any second. I moved my stare to her,

"Thank you… for… you know…" I trailed off, gesturing at our linking fingers.

She followed my gaze, pausing, but not pulling away. I noticed her mouth betray the tiniest hint of a smile.

"Believe me, it really was no problem at all." Her voice was almost seductive, I guess she had decided to play hot again.

She lifted her head once again so that our eyes locked. Time seemed to stand still, the bustling of the other passengers going unnoticed. I couldn't tear myself away from her gorgeous, bright blue eyes, couldn't bring myself to remove my hand from hers. We just stayed as we were.

More time must have passed than I thought as we were drawn back to reality by a loud throat clearing. I stared up in annoyance at the face of the woman that had been both an extreme help and an extreme nuisance in the space of a few hours.

"Sorry." We apologised in unison, realising the plane was virtually empty now.

She said nothing, giving us a forced smile and nod of the head before walking away. Arizona and I giggled once she was a safe distance away.

"She'll be glad to see the back of us." Her sweet, chirpy voice was hypnotising. I smiled again, noticing our still entwined fingers, I reverted my gaze to the ground and swiftly took back my hand and began gathering my things.

"We should go." I pointed out, rising to my feet.

It was a long, silent walk to luggage claim. Not necessarily uncomfortable or awkward, just, weird. I felt as though we had made a connection beyond anything I had ever experienced. I found her increasingly intriguing, her bursts of confidences luring me in. But I was unsure of how to react. I had never found myself in a situation like this, let alone with a female.

We stood together waiting for our bags, again, in complete, un-awkward silence. Hers came first and I couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked running after it on the conveyer belt and struggling to heave it off.

She returned to my side, facing the belt without a word to me.

We waited. And waited. And waited. Where the hell is my bag? I let out a frustrated sigh as the only other person in the area picked up the last bag from the rotating machine. No luggage. That's just fucking great. I turned to Arizona who also remained waiting, noticing she had not moved to get another bag, I broke the silence.

"Looks like they've lost our bags then."

She stared at me in confusion, then down at her suitcase,

"Uhm, no, this is mine." She gestured to the bright pink floral bag.

"Oh." It took a few minutes to register that she had in fact, been waiting for me. "I just assumed… Nevermind." I decided to not bring any more attention to my confusion as to why she was waiting for me when I noticed a slight blush form on her cheeks. "Best go find out where they've sent my luggage then." I turned, making my way towards the information desk. Arizona in tow.

A lady in a black pinstriped suit with a bright pink silk shirt and her hair scraped into a tight bun sat playing with her computer.

I strummed my fingers on the desk, gaining her attention. She forced a smile, seemingly displeased by my disturbance.

"Yes. How may I help you?" Her southern accent was unexpected, her tone was pleasant, making her instantly more amiable than previously thought.

"Yeah. The airline seems to have lost my luggage." I attempted to keep my tone light but my frustration cracked through my fake smile.

Her smile wavered and she turned back to her computer.

"Name?"

"Calliope Torres."

She turned back to her computer and began typing again.

"Callipe Torres. Yes. Here you are." The woman addressed me again but kept her eyes stuck firmly to her screen. "Yes. It appears your bag is in London."

"Great." I murmured, earning me a disapproving look from the lady behind the desk, causing Arizona to snigger.

"We can have it transferred here by Monday. You can pick it up from the main desk then."

Two days with no luggage. Awesome.

"Fine." I sighed in defeat.

Arizona and I turned to walk, once again, in silence.

As we reached the door I went to say goodbye, although it was the last thing I wanted to do when I was once again faced with her enticing stare.

"Well-"

"Wouldyouliketogetadrinkwithme?" She shot in one breath before I had time to bid my farewell, a hopeful look in her eyes.

I knew I shouldn't. That by agreeing I was only digging a hole. I was here for a reason, a reason I'd like to face sooner rather than later and accepting her offer might give her the wrong idea. Then again, so would the bathroom make out session and in flight handholding. But no. I couldn't.

Just as I opened my mouth to decline I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Removing it,

[1 new message : Henry]

Perfect.

I moved my eyes back up Arizona's heavenly body, stopping when I met her striking gaze. I shouldn't. Looking back down at the screen of my phone, I drew a deep, shakey breath, smiled widely at her, excitement fluttering in my stomach.

"Lead the way."

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