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It was disgusting…
But it was fucking glorious.
Because it seriously felt like I was flying.
And I never wanted to stop.
But even as that thought was going through my head, I was suddenly on my feet and outside the air tunnel again.
I blinked, watched one of the girls dart forward and get her turn, but my eyes were on my woman.
She was grinning, like she knew I’d loved it.
Because she’d known that I would love it.
I wiped my chin, pretended I was cool and sexy instead of a drooling, ridiculously excited man-child who desperately wanted to go again.
I got my wish—and got to go again, got to watch my woman enjoy her turns.
And then when we were done, I got to open the present.
“Princess,” I said, eyes stinging as I slowly flipped through the scrapbook she’d made for us.
Our life in photographs, but portable, so I could bring it on every road trip.
“I love you,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to my jaw.
“I love you more, baby,” I murmured, drawing her close and adding, watching her eyes light up in response, “Next time, though, we jump out of a real plane.”
FIVE
Smitty
“Get it,”my wife ordered, fingers flying over her keyboard, headphones on her head, one ear covered, the other tucked behind so she could hear both me and the game. “Get it before—”
She sighed.
“Never mind.”
“Sorry, little bird,” I muttered, yanking my gaze from her profile, from where I’d been focused—too focused to help us destroy the fuckers in the dungeon we were trying to beat. I was supposed to be the tank—the big guy with a lot of health and strength, who could take the damage and keep on ticking. My woman had excellent hand-eye coordination, was a pro at a ranged attack.
But there was something different about her.
Something the was pricking at my nape, drawing my focus from the game…
And onto her.
She turned her chair, eyes fixing me in place. “Are you okay?”
That was the question I should be asking her.
“Should we try again?” I asked. This was one of our few free nights before my family flew into town, a night to play video games and eat shit food and drink—
Except her beer was still full.
I frowned.
“No, baby,” she said, taking her headphones off her head. “I think that’s enough.”
