Writhing on the window, her back to the glittery city, the slender rocker's world is rocked by the woman between her legs.

‘I’m flying, but I don’t know where,’ she’d confessed, over drinks. ‘The album’s about that.’

Shit. A dream? Really? The comments will be—

Instead, a whisper in her ear: ‘I know.’

Clawing, moaning. Her soul leaps.

DING-dun. The seatbelt light… She rips the shutter open and—

This is it… Home.

She comes to, breathless. Their future's sealed with a kiss.

But now? Pushing her lover on the bed, she has a lot of exploring to do.