As the hours of the flight tick by Jeremy finds himself growing bored. Looking around he notices mister sex appeal hasn't moved a muscle since he sat down. Amazed Jeremy stares at him. How can someone sit that still for hours? Did he die? Giggling to himself Jeremy stretches his arms above his head as he feels his joints cracking. Making a decision he grabs his backpack from under his seat to work on some sketches. If he is going to be stuck in his seat for a few hours might as well be productive.
Taking out his drawing pad he opens to a fresh page. Closing his eyes he lets his imagination flow through him. As relaxes he feels the picture begin to form within his brain. His hand begins to move across the paper as the world fades around him. Soon all that remained was the image.
Time moves in slow motion as he drew pouring his soul onto the page of his sketchbook. When the plane began to shake Jeremy let out a low growl of frustration as his notebook began to move. Gripping the pages tighter he kept drawing. He was determined to get the image out of his head before it would disappear forever.
The plane jolted again causing his hand to slip breaking him out of the trance he was in. He sits frozen at his now ruined drawing. Tears well up in his eyes as guilt crashes through him when he realizes what he had drawn. As the plane once again jolts Jeremy feels himself fall into a state of shock. Glancing out the window he can see the heavy rain falling as lightning flashes through the cabin.
The air starts to back up in his lungs as the first crack of thunder booms through the plane. Soon the sound is replaced by the sound of car horns as fear courses through his veins. He feels himself struggling to breathe, each breath as if it is coming from a tiny straw. His head begins to pound, as his stomach rolls. Whipping his head around he looks for a way to escape from the sounds. Instead of an escape, he finds the walls of the plane closing in on him.
Clawing at his seat belt he feels tears streaming down his face as his body starts to vibrate. His vision wavering as someone begins to move next to him. Everything slows down when he feels a warm hand place itself on his shocking his frozen system.
When he turns he finds himself entrapped in a pair of vibrant green eyes. They bore into him as he sways back and forth suspended in time. The person seems to be speaking to him but nothing is making sense in the buzz of his mind. When the plane jerks again Jeremy whimpers as a crack of thunder crashes around him.
Too late to stop it he feels the contents of his stomach burning his throat as he doubles over in his seat. The rancid liquid spewing all over the shoes of the guy sitting next to him. He continues to retch until he is dry heaving. Tears roll down his cheeks in waves feeling hot against his clammy skin. He leans into the warm hand rubbing up and down his spine in a comforting manner.
Sitting up slowly, Jeremy freezes as reality sets in momentarily. The eyes of the man he is getting lost in are Dominic Adams. New York's most eligible billionaire Dominic Adams. Jeremy doesn't move as he is trapped once again in Dominic's gaze. His entire body shivering at the intensity of those green eyes.
"I-I'm sorry," he manages to get out before the entire world goes black around him. Dominic watches in shock as the man beside him passes out. He had been comfortably asleep until he had heard the growl of his neighbor. When he had opened his eyes he was shaken to see his seatmate having what appeared to be a full-on panic attack.
Reaching up he hits the button as a flight attendant materializes out of nowhere. As soon as she sees the situation she rushes back towards the front of the plane to summon a doctor. After a few moments, an elderly man walks up to the pair with a look of worry on his face.
Dominic stands to let the medical team move the unconscious passenger away to be looked at. Grimacing at the now drying vomit on his shoes. Dominic sighs as another flight attendant rushes over to clean up the mess. Annoyed Dominic settles back in his seat when he notices the sketchbook that had fallen to the floor. Picking it up he finds himself entranced by the drawing on the page. The young man staring back at him seemed to be so real he could almost hear his heart beating. With a small smile on his face, Dominic places the sketchbook back on the tray table carefully.
Pressing the button for the attendant one last time he asks her to direct him to his sleeping cabin. As he settles in for the night he falls asleep haunted by the fear he saw in the blonde's eyes.
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