Page 9 of Fairy Cakes in Winter

He bit his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes closed. “I should have known I’d fail at the mile-high club.”

I barely managed to choke down my water before bursting into laughter. “You know that mile-high club doesn’t just refer to flying, right?”

He tightened his hold on my fingers till both of our knuckles were white. “Wh-what does it mean?”

“Sex in the air.”

He went perfectly still. “Sex…on a plane?”

“Yep.”

“Where?”

I smiled. “If you were on a private jet, I guess you could do it anywhere. On your seat or in bed, if you had a suite. On a commercial flight like this, though…you’d have to sneak some sexy time in the bathroom.”

His mouth was that adorable O shape again. “How? A grown adult can barely turn sideways in that restroom. And surely someone would notice more than one person in there. That’s just…ludicrous.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” I singsonged, loving the feel of his hand in mine.

“You’ve done that?” Theo’s saucer-sized eyes made him look much younger than twenty-nine.

“Yeah. I wanted to be in the club. It wasn’t great sex, but it was still sex.”

His face contorted in a series of comical expressions that were laughably easy to read.

“Who, how, when? Tell me everything. My imagination is running rampant, and I’d prefer not to be mulling this over when I greet my mother for the first time in months.”

I chuckled. “I was with my ex-girlfriend, flying home from a vacation in Florida. We were twenty-three at the time and bombed. We’d started drinking at the airport and ordered a couple of bloody Marys on the flight too. She dared and I accepted.”

“Whatexactly did you accept?”

“A blowjob,” I said matter-of-factly. “I bet the flight attendant was suspicious, but no one called us out.”

He stared at me for a long moment. “Did you…”

“What?” I prodded. Theo didn’t answer. He just circled his wrist meaningfully. “Are you asking if I came?”

I’d never witnessed anyone turn a brighter shade of pink in seconds flat.

“Oh, my God! No!” Theo sputtered. “And also…yes.”

I guffawed. “Well, the answer is…I think so.”

“Youthinkso?” he repeated. “You can’t remember?”

“It was almost twenty years ago. I barely remember my bank password most days. How am I supposed to remember details of a drunken BJ?”

Theo bugged his eyes out. “Those are very incomparable issues. Passwords are made to be instantly forgotten, but—”

“BJs aren’t,” I finished for him.

“That’s right. The unique location alone should have made the entire episode memorable.”

“It didn’t.” I shrugged, squeezing his fingers reassuringly when the plane rattled. “The only thing I remember was being cramped and trying not to laugh. The act itself was a nonevent. It was more about being able to say we’d done it. In my defense, I was in my early twenties and my bucket list had a lot of libido-related items on it.”

“I’m still in my twenties and mine…does not,” he replied primly.

“Are you saying you’d pass on a sex-in-the-sky hall pass?”