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“Hold onto the handle above you,” I was instructed. “Most importantly, have fun! When you're ready, take off with a running leap and hold on.”

I grinned. “You got it!”

The thrill of flying down that zip line coursed through my veins as I looked down its course.

Full of anticipation, I launched myself forward with a couple of steps and I was off.

As I sped down the line, the wind whipped past my face and adrenaline coursed through my veins.

A cheer escaped my lips as the scenery whipped by.

Too soon, the wooden planks of the opposite platform were under my heels.

My cheeks flushed red, and I desperately looked for Amantha. She sat waiting for me in her wheelchair.

The staff unhooked me and took my helmet, then I was on her. I lifted her out of her chair, her legs wrapped around my hips, and I hugged her close.

“You looked beautiful,” I told her breathlessly.

“Thank you.” Her eyes sparkled and she grinned. There was one of those genuine smiles that I’d wanted.

Unable to resist, my lips crashed onto hers. Amantha's warm mouth welcomed mine, our tongues dueling fighting for dominance. As her fingers slid into my hair to deepen the kiss, one of the staff cleared his throat.

Honestly, I forgot they were there. Her body felt perfect against mine.

Amantha broke the kiss and smiled at the man. “Sorry, not sorry.” Her gaze met mine. “Might want to put me down.”

I growled. “No, I don't want to.” My hands squeezed her ass.

She tightened her body around me. “Only for now.” Her voice held a sultry promise for later.

Reluctantly, I sat her back into her wheelchair.

Moving on, she gushed excitedly, “I had so much fun! This was a great idea!”

I smiled. “I'm glad you enjoyed it. You'll be a thrill seeker yet.”

“Are you up for more adventures?” I asked.

“If they're as fun as zip lining was, then he'll yeah.”

We thanked the staff and navigated to the nearby building. I hit the ADA access button to get inside.

Once we got in, we went straight to the indoor skydiving experience. She was going to love this.

Amantha gasped. “I thought I had to skydive if you won our bet. You haven't won yet.”

I leaned down and nipped her ear. “You have to skydive with me, for real, when I win our bet. This is just for fun. Enjoy it.”

Before long, Amantha wore a flight suit, helmet, and goggles.

“I don't know about this,” she said as she looked from her wheelchair at the equipment and the crowd watching the current diver, worry written all over her face. The vertical wind tunnel blew powerful air up, enough to hold a human body suspended, glass circling it to keep viewers out.

“There's no risk involved. You'll have fun. I promise.”

She gave me a hesitant smile. “Okay. What about you?”

“Don't worry. I'll skydive multiple times tomorrow. This is all for you. I want you to have fun. That's your only concern. Trust me.”