I wake up a few hours later, my body tensing when I feel the plane shift, angling…downward? I guess? My breath hitches and I whip my head up to look at Frankie, who is already looking down at me.
“Easy, kid,” he murmurs, softly stroking my back. “Landing, not crashing. Nothing to worry about.”
“How do you know the difference?” I whisper, still kind of scared.
“Hmm,” he says, tilting his head up to consider it – an act which gives me no comfort. I gasp and then smack him on his chest when he starts laughing. “Honestly, Bambs! Its fine! Listen for the landing gear – it’s going to extend soon. That’s how you know we’re really close.”
“Well, how do you know we’re kind of close?” I whisper.
“Because,” he says, dropping another kiss to the top of my head like he can’t help it as he continu
