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He kisses me again, this time more softly. “I know,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Then he slams shut my door, trots around to the other side, and gets in the pilot’s seat. He buckles himself in and starts flipping switches. He gestures to a pair of green headphones resting on a stick on the dashboard, or whatever the console of a helicopter is called. “Put those on.” “Don’t tell me you’re flying this thing.” “Of course I am.” Of course he is. Why am I even surprised? Looking over at me, he smiles. “I told you I was in the military.” “You didn’t say you were Tom Cruise in Top Gun.” “Didn’t I? Must’ve forgotten to mention it. Now put on your headphones.” He dons his own pair of headphones and hits a switch that starts the engines. Above us, huge bl
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