Chapter 241 - Slew of Profanities (2/2)

For a brief second, their eyes met and saw nothing but themselves reflected on each's eyes.

Stealing a kiss, Maxen dipped his head, prying Olivia's mouth open with his lips as his tongue swirled inside her mouth.

She tasted sweet. She always did. And he wanted to taste her more had Wyatt not kicked his shin. Maxen pulled away even when he wanted more.

He snarled at Wyatt for ruining his moment with Olivia. And when a smirk painted Wyatt's face, Maxen dipped for another kiss, and retaliated on Wyatt, kicking the latter's shin as well whilst his lips planted a smack on Olivia's lips.

”Okay, that's enough.” Olivia said, peeling her face away from Maxen. ”We really need to get out of the plane. I don't know how much longer Ollie could fly this.”

Maxen and Wyatt laughed upon hearing her plea. Sending hand gestures to the rest of the crew, Wyatt gave his go signal to Maxen.

Wyatt had to jump ahead of Maxen and Olivia, so he sent a two finger salute to the remaining souls in the c.o.c.kpit, splitting it apart into a 'V' and he leapt away from the plane and flew amongst the clouds.

When it was Maxen and Olivia's turn, he adjusted Olivia's goggles first before sending a thumbs up to the man beside him.

”On three!” he commanded, pressing Olivia's forehead until the back of her head leaned on his shoulders.

Olivia scrunched her nose and started counting in her head when Maxen held a finger up.

One.

Two.

F*ck!

Olivia was cursing in her head and she felt her mouth do the same as they drop from the plane on a freefall.

She thought she and Maxen had a lot of matters to discuss as soon as they landed on green grass and soil.

In the midst of her slew of profanities, she felt an astral experience. She felt numb from head to feet and goosebumps scattered all over her skin.

If her soul had a color, she could see it splitting from her body as she and Maxen fell from the sky in a bullet speed.

Was she happy? Perhaps.

As Olivia plunged towards the patches of green and brown beneath them, she let herself go.

She let herself fall. She let the winds knock out the worries that plagued her mind and tired her body.

For a minute, Olivia was free. For a minute, Olivia was flying.

She closed her eyes for a second to etch the memory in her heart.

It was when Maxen pulled the parachute open that Olivia snapped out from her trance. She felt at ease when he constantly spoke behind her, giving her instructions on how to tug the strings.

Giving her the reins to maneuver the parachute, Olivia soared the sky, taking control of her life like she always did after a fall.