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He reacts with a panty melting kiss, all lips, tongue, and teeth, that gets my body buzzing, drunk on him. “We don’t have to figure it out tonight, baby. Let’s get through nationals and worlds. Just promise me that while you figure out what you want, you’ll remember that I might never be a perfect boyfriend, but with you, I’m willing to try. Now,” he says, giving my ass a teasing slap with his huge hand. “I need my lucky charm to make me feel all relaxed before shit gets real tomorrow.”

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National Champions

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Peyton

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WINGSUIT PERFORMANCEEvent

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THIS IS ONE OF MY BESTdisciplines. I can win this.

I can win this.

I can fucking win this.

I repeat it to myself like a mantra. The aircraft has almost reached the jump altitude of ten thousand five hundred feet, and the pilot will call on me to jump at any time.

I don’t even know why I’m so wound up, since this specialty isn’t used to determine the selection for the team that will represent the US at worlds.

But I know it’s bullshit because every performance counts, and this event consists of three separate jumps. While they don’t officially use it to choose who makes the national team, it’s one of the best showcases of a diver’s skills.

No other disciplines give you three rounds with three tasks per round for a total of nine flights to show the judges what you’re made of.

I have to demonstrate that I master a combination of best lift during the time task, best glide during the distance task, and least drag during the speed task.

I have to perform each of the three tasks in every round and stay focused.

The pilot gives me the warning that I’m up.

As I leave the aircraft, I repeat the order of the tasks in my head.

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