They had kissed in places most people would only dream of.
At the very peak of the Tower of Montclair.
Beneath the silent pressure of the ocean.
And now, inside the Gravity Chamber, where more than thirty kilograms of crushing force dragged at every breath, even the subtle shift.
Amanda's arms curled around his neck as she rose onto her toes, her body pressing fully against his beneath the oppressive weight.
Kyle's hands slid around her slender waist, to balance her, pulling her even closer as their lips met in a feverish kiss.
Warm and hungry.
Her head tilted instinctively, soft breaths melting into his mouth as she lost herself in his taste, his heat, the rough tension in the way he held her like he couldn't get enough.
The artificial gravity made every touch heavier.
Every kiss deeper.
Amanda trembled faintly when his fingers pressed into her waist, the pressure somehow making the closeness even more intoxicating.
But soon Kyle broke away, breathing hard.
