Page 95 of Passing Ships

Lennon grabs the handle and uses all his strength to attempt to wrench it loose. When that doesn’t work, he steps back and rams his shoulder into the door. Once. Twice. Three times, but to no avail.

“Fuck, we’re stuck,” he says as he taps his forehead against the door in frustration.

He turns to me. “Do you have your phone?”

I look from his face down to the formfitting dress hugging my body and back up.

“Where the hell would I be hiding a phone?” I shriek.

He pats at his uniform pockets. “I don’t have mine either. It’s in my other pants, up in the dressing room.”

My eyes dart around the tiny space as panic blooms in my chest.

We have to get out of here.

“Legs, are you okay?” Lennon asks, the annoyance in his voice turning to concern.

I begin shaking my head as my throat tightens and tears blur my vision.

“Hey, breathe,” he commands as he reaches for me.

“I can’t. I can’t breathe,” I say as I claw at his arms.

He squeezes past the end of the ladder so he can make it to where I’m against the back wall and turn me around.

He crouches down to look me in the eye. “Amiya, talk to me.”

“I … I … we’re … trapped.” I gasp every word.

“It’s okay. Someone will find us eventually,” he says.

At the word eventually, I start to hyperventilate.

“Fuck.”

He grips my waist and lifts me so that my head is above the ladder and my ass rests against a raised edge on the side wall of the closet. Then, he moves between my legs.

“Don’t tell me you’re claustrophobic,” he says.

I don’t tell him that—because I can’t breathe and talking doesn’t work without breathing.

He holds me in place with one hand, and the other goes to his hair as he contemplates what to do. Then, he lets go of his hair and threads his hand into mine. Tugging hard, he pulls my head forward and crashes his mouth against mine.

Lennon

She kisses me back with a desperation that is borderline hysterical.

“Shh, I know what you need,” I whisper against her lips.

I run a hand up the inside of her thigh and a finger over her clit.

Even when she’s scared out of her mind, her pussy quivers at my touch.

“I love how your body responds to me,” I growl.

Her breath hitches, but this time, it’s not from fear.

“You’re always wet and ready for me. Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

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