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“Yes, please don’t me leave me alone tonight,” she said.

“I would never,” Amy assured her. “I just want to stay clinging to you for a week.”

“I’d love that.”

“I can’t wait to get home. Can we just go straight to your place? No picking up your cat or any other stops?”

“Absolutely.”

“And stay in bed?”

“Absolutely,” Sally repeated.

“Wait…how are we getting home?” Amy asked.

“Max is picking us up,” Sally told her.

“Yay!”

Amy clung tighter to her and Sally smiled to herself. She was already feeling better and she knew it was because she had Amy next to her and

in her arms. A thought occurred to her: After the harrowing experience on the airplane, she felt as if she had been given a second chance at life. She still didn’t know what had gone wrong with the plane and she supposed one day she’d find that out, but what she did know—as certainly as she knew her name—was that everyone on that plane had been very lucky and owed their lives to the vagaries of Fate and the skills of the pilots. If the pilots had made different decisions during the mid-air crisis or flipped that switch instead of this one; if a bolt on the airframe had given way instead of holding fast; if a single wire had come loose or if the plane had hit a descending pocket of cold air while they were in distress then they would have crashed and died.

Instead, they had lived. They had all been given a second chance.

And Sally knew that whatever else she did with this second chance, the most important thing she could do was make sure Amy was part of her life.

Chapter 37

By the time Max had dropped them off at Sally’s condo, Amy was over the panic caused by the Event, as she referred to it. She was also past breaking into crying jags caused by it and the relief of being alive. In fact, walking into Sally’s place, Amy felt like she had just chugged an Amy’s Jet Fuel from La Vida Mocha, even though the only coffee she’d had recently was that awful dreck the airline representatives had served her and the other survivors back at the airport.

She felt wired! Buzzy! Energetic! Alive!

After Sally closed the front door, Amy couldn’t wait any longer and pounced like a cat that had been lurking, waiting for its prey. Grabbing Sally’s head between her two hands, Amy claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss, groaning at the contact, groaning louder when their tongues met.

“Hi!” Sally breathed when Amy released her.

“Hi!” Amy replied and then silenced her girlfriend with another kiss. Talking was for losers, anyway. This was a time for action.

But eventually, Sally pulled away, breathless.

“I like where this is going,” she gasped, “but I could really use a shower first.”

Wordlessly, Amy took Sally by the hand and led her toward the bedroom, Sally giggling as she was pulled along.

Inside the master bathroom, Amy wasted no time. Sally’s cardigan sweater was pulled over her head and tossed away. The same for the vintage Pet Shop Boys T-shirt Sally had on underneath. After reaching behind her and unclasping Sally’s black bra and pulling it off her shoulders, Amy started disrobing herself, while Sally shucked off her jeans.

Once they were both nude, Amy pressed herself against Sally. They were both sticky and little grimy. Amy knew that was because of the sweat caused by the terror of the flight. Running her hands up Sally’s back, Amy nuzzled her face into the crook of her girlfriend’s neck and inhaled deeply. A musky, sweaty aroma tinged with perfume filled her nostrils and revved Amy up even more. She brought her hands down and squeezed Sally’s ass hard, possessively.

Mine!

They entered the shower. Sally had a magnificent shower! It was every woman’s dream: Dark grey stone walls with a rainfall shower head and wall jets, and soon they were both enveloped by spraying water, both from above and from the sides. And now Amy’s hands were all over Sally, sliding over the wet flesh, tangling in her wet hair. They kissed for who knows how long, just standing there under the sprays until Amy had enough of the kindergarten stuff. Life was too short for the kindergarten stuff. Carefully, she pressed Sally against one of the shower walls and then dropped to her knees.

Sally protested. She wanted to clean down there first. But Amy cut the discussion short by instantly locking her lips onto Sally’s clit.

“Oh my fucking god!” Sally called out as she grabbed Amy’s head and tilted her pelvis tighter against Amy’s mouth, her protests apparently forgotten.

Amy adjusted herself so her tongue could go everywhere between Sally’s legs, lapping it all. Yes, Sally’s sex was more pungent than usual but it was only fueling Amy’s desire. It was the pungency of her woman and she wanted to inhale and taste it all. Her tongue detected the tang of arousal leaking out between the pink lips and Amy darted in further, earning grunts and moans from above. After coating her tongue properly, Amy returned to the engorged clit. Sally started rocking her pelvis and instantly they had a rhythm going—a rhythm of rocking and sucking, rocking and sucking.