Mark had been trying to convince you for weeks to let him take you flying. He swore up and down that it would be fun, that you’d love it, that it would be romantic. But now, as the wind roared in your ears and the world stretched out far below, you weren’t so sure.

Your arms were locked tightly around his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as he soared higher. The city lights blurred beneath you, skyscrapers shrinking into tiny dots. Mark, on the other hand, looked completely at ease, grinning like this was just another casual date.

He glanced down at you, amused. “You don’t have to hold on that tight,” he teased. “I’d never drop you. Perks of dating Invincible.”