Amelia's POV
Luca was leaning against the window of the plane, looking out in awe. He seemed so fixated on everything that was outside that there was nothing that could break his focus.
"Are you okay? Can you see anything interesting?" I asked. He turned around slowly and pursed his lips together. His lips looked soft and I noticed that the stubble around his face had grown significantly since we had been reunited.
"I haven't been on a plane in a long time, not since I was discharged from the army," he said in a low, quiet voice.
"Oh," I said, my lips forming an O shape, as I didn't quite know what to say. I snaked my arm around his and locked our fingers together like a padlock. "How does that make you feel?" I asked.
"Its funny you ask," Luca said, "questions like this would have
