Clara stopped when they reached the edge. She leaned in for another kiss. It was tentative, and gentle, but she let Evelyn take the lead. They became locked into each other’s arms, with their tongues involved in an intricate dance.
Only when Clara’s lungs burned for air did she break free. She smirked, leaned backwards and shot straight down the side of the building. The wind rushed past her gaining speed, only once she reached terminal velocity did she open her wings.
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