And she didn’t hear a word.
She did, however, hold up her hand for a high five. We stretched and grunted, but we made it. I felt a triumph in that, breaching the gulf, and we grinned. In one dangerous, wonderful instant, the like of which magic is made, we caught each other’s gaze, and neither of us wanted to let go. We locked fingers and held hands, swinging to and fro, our mutual momentum carrying us faster than anything before.
In that moment, I was dizzy, and it had nothing to do with the ride.
But all good things come down eventually.
And waiting for us at the bottom.
WAITING FOR US AT THE BOTTOM.
Of course…
“Whelan, what the hell are you doing with my chick?” Wayne stormed over, drunk and intense as we stepped out of line.
I sighed with fatigue and exhaust. I should have know
