Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 24
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“Thanks,Mr.Benson.”
“CallmeMark.”HeturnstoChristian.“Okay?”
“Yep.Let’sgo.”
IamsogladIhaven’teatenanything.Iambeyondexcited,andIdon’tthinkmystomachwouldbegameforfood,excitement,andleavingtheground.Onceagain,Iamputtingmyselfintothisbeautifulman’sskilledhands.Markshutsthecockpitlid,strollsovertotheplaneinfront,andclimbsin.
ThePiper’ssinglepropellerstarts,andmynervousstomachrelocatesitselftomythroat.Jeez…I’mreallydoingthis.Marktaxisslowlydowntherunway,andasthecabletakesthestrain,wesuddenlyjoltforward.We’reoff.Ihearchatterovertheradiosetbehindme.Ithinkit’sMarktalkingtothetower—butIcan’tmakeoutwhathe’ssaying.AsthePiperpicksupspeed,sodowe.It’sverybumpy,andinfrontofusthesinglepropplaneisstillontheground.Jeez,willweevergetup?Andsuddenly,mystomachdisappearsfrommythroatandfree-fallsthroughmybodytotheground—we’reairborne.
“Herewego,baby!”Christianshoutsfrombehindme.Andweareinourownbubble,justustwo.AllIhearisthesoundofthewindrippingpastandthedistanthumofthePiper’sengine.
I’mgrippingtheedgeofmyseatwithbothhands,sotightlymyknucklesarewhite.Weheadwest,inland,awayfromtherisingsun,gainingheight,crossingoverfieldsandwoodsandhomesandInterstate95.
Ohmy.Thisisamazing,aboveusonlysky.
