“Great.”
The attendant finds the right size harness for me and starts hooking me in.
“This is going to be fun.” Chloe is grinning from ear to ear under her helmet.
“Are we going to talk about what happened with Duncan?” I ask.
Chloe might be excited, but I’m nervous. Heights? Never been my thing. I prefer to keep my feet on the ground and my skates on the ice.
She shrugs. “Do we have to right now?”
“If you’re making me go zip-lining, then yes. I don’t like heights.”
“You don’t? How do I not know this?” Chloe asks. She waves me off. “You don’t have to go.”
“Because I always thought you didn’t like heights, so it never came up.”
“I don’t, but this isn’t that high up,” Chloe says.
“About thirty feet or three stories,” the guy confirms. “Not bad at all.”
“He doesn’t have to go,” Chloe says. “I can do it by myself.”
“I’m not chickening out now. Not if we’re doing it together.”
“You sure?”
I nod. “I’m sure. Let’s go.”
Chloe grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze, but I don’t let her let go. I need something to hold on to so my nerves don’t get the best of me.
This is one of those things that I always kept to myself. Mainly because Duncan was the one who pushed me off a high bluff into a river when we were in high school. I’ve hated heights ever since.
Probably about the same time my feelings toward my own brother changed.
I listen intently as we get the safety speech. The fact that it’s not the longest course here is my saving grace.
Thank fuck for that.
“Since you’re bigger, we’ll put you in back and clip your girl in front of you,” the attendant says.
“Thanks,” Chloe answers before I can correct him.
Your girl.
God, I wish Chloe was my girl. I still don’t know what happened with my brother, but I can’t imagine it was good if we ended up here.
“Once you’re ready, you’ll push off from this platform and keep your legs up as you go into the next. My colleague will help you at the next spot. Any questions?”
I shake my head at the man as he starts to attach Chloe in front of me.
It feels too good.Shefeels too good trapped between my legs as the carabiner is secured. Every scared and anxious thought at doing this goes out of my mind as the guy has me wrap my arms around Chloe as she takes hold of the contraption holding us to the line.
Yup. This was a really bad idea. Holding Chloe like this is bringing all sorts of reactions out in me. Namely, my dick.
Get a grip.
This is not the time or place to be having these kinds of feelings for Chloe. But it’s hard to ignore how soft and pliable her body is in my arms. I’ve never let myself go there and I’m doing it now?
