He breathes in short, staggered breaths before he can finally get past me and into the window seat, leaning his head against the wall. His legs spread out so our knees touched and it reminds me of other girls. 
                          
Where if the guy they like touched legs with them, they couldn't move. 
                          
We go through the announcements, Rose and Leo angry at each other for no apparent reason other than being called a hydrated pigeon and having no comeback, my heart starts to beat faster.
                          
I'm not scared of planes, and I'm not scared of heights, I'm scared of dying forever lonely, and a way to die is a plane crash, so whenever I take planes to the beach house Rose always holds my hand.
                          
The announcements end, and my series of contradicting nerves collide into a squeeze of Rose's hand before I let go and grab onto Leo's arm. She doesn't seem offended, she just smiles a little and shakes her head. 
                          
That way, I only have on overwhelming emotion of happiness. He smiles, and grabs the back of my head and pushes me onto him. As we take off his hand grabs onto my upper thigh, his thumb roaming in circular motions. 
                          
It's not scary, it's just the turbulence sucks. 
                          
I keep my hold on Leo even after we are fine again, and he notices, my head leaning against his upper arm and my arms wrapped around him. 
                          
He chuckles, putting his hand under my jaw and lifting my head up, "You're fine now, Roxy." He says and I blush, pushing my head back into the seat and talking to Rose about the dumb magazines and germs on the tables. 
                          
I guess since the last time we've been here a lot has changed, last time we went on a plane here he held me to his arm the entire time. I guess then he thought I thought of him as a brother, and now he's constantly being reminded of the kiss he never wanted to happen. 
                          
Or maybe he's too old now.. he has a girlfriend.. and when I touch him I'm just too beautiful and perfect for him to withstand..
                          
But we know that's not it.
                          
But when I lean my head on Rose's shoulder to fall asleep he stiffens, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows before he roams his eyes over my body. 
                          
He gently grabs me by the waist and the side of the head, twisting me over onto his shoulder. We fit together perfectly as he rests his head on mine.
                          
I don't grab his arm like I normally do, I don't wrap my arms around him, I don't put my legs on top of his, and I don't lift up the arm rest so I can wrap my entire body around him to fall asleep.
                          
I know he wouldn't like that. 
                          
So this is enough.
                          
::;;
                          
I throw my bags down in the hallway and run onto the couch, jumping on it and burying my face in the pillows, they still smell like salt water and pizza rolls, don't ask why.
                          
"Rox, hun, you gotta move because Jemma put our entire closet in these bags and I'm not putting them all away just yet." Lucio says and I groan, basically stumbling off the couch and staring at him, "I get it, but I'm disappointed in both of our laziness." I say and he chuckles, the dark night engulfing the room I walk into. 
                          
I hear Jemma have an excited squeal and Lucio telling her to be quiet and that he's trying to hear.
                          
They're probably watching those vet videos on YouTube again.
                          
I walk over to the bed, my eyes half open, so when I crawl in I don't expect to feel a body next to me.
                          
"I'm sorry I'll leave-" I start, realizing it's Leo. But he grabs my hand.