My palms slapped his wrists, heart dive-bombing my belly as he caught my arms and pulled me off the bar, twenty-three feet above the Santa Monica Pier.
Falling in Love at the Flying Trapeze Rig
Falling in Love at the Flying Trapeze Rig
Falling in Love at the Flying Trapeze Rig
My palms slapped his wrists, heart dive-bombing my belly as he caught my arms and pulled me off the bar, twenty-three feet above the Santa Monica Pier.