Chapter 25

I rest my hand on Elliot's thigh, my nails digging into the fabric of his pants as the plane takes off. I'm seated beside the window, hesitant to peek outside to watch the safety of solid ground disappear. Elliot sits in the middle seat beside me with, the aisle seat left empty. My stomach drops, my breathing picks up speed. The plane roars as it lurches upwards.

You're fine, Kristine. You're fine.

Dying a slow painful death by falling from the sky isn't that likely, right?

Elliot chuckles as if reading the irrational thoughts racing through my mind. He pats my hand before prying it from his leg and lacing his fingers with mine. His thumb traces in circles over the top of my hand, my skin tingles at his touch.

"Not a fan of planes?" Elliot teases.

I shoot him an annoyed look and scrunch my nose. "What gave it away?"

Elliot leans over and kisses my temple. I close my eyes and take in a shuddering breath, biting the inside of my lip. I rest my head on his shoulder, he places his c