But it wasn’t just the bungee jump. It was the fact I was experiencing it with Jules. No one and nothing could make me feel as alive as she did.
I captured her mouth in a kiss, distracting her from the rope’s recoil. For most people, the recoil was the most terrifying part of bungee jumping, and she was already nervous enough.
Her muscles tensed, but they relaxed again when I deepened the kiss and tightened a protective arm around her waist. She didn’t scream again on our way down.
Pride bloomed in my chest. That’s my girl.