Between Mischief and Desire, Part 1
Mischief lights the spark, and anticipation does the rest.
Lynn gripped the armrest, staring out the small oval window as clouds scrolled by beneath the plane. The engines hummed steadily, the seat vibrating gently under her. She hated flying, always had, but here she was, thousands of feet in the air, heart racing for reasons that had little to do with turbulence. It wasn’t the plane that made her tense. It was Jack. It had all started innocently enough. After graduation, Jack,...