Airspeed (Take Off - Part 2)
'Oh, please, make me chase you, Birdie,' Bhas purrs. 'You know I will, and I will like it.'
The unapologetic hand on her thigh and his brazen words both seem to stick in her craw. “What?” she bites at him, forgetting all her good upbringing on purpose. In her head, her grandfather’s outraged voice echoes: “That’s ‘beg your pardon,’ girl. Mind your manners.” It falls silent the moment the feline leans in. And leans in. And leans in ever more, like a mighty oak tree might lean, or a towering sand dune. The monster...