Somehow she had climbed halfway up his body before he managed to grasp her waist. He plucked her off and set her on her feet.
She started to climb up his body again.
“Are you having fun?” he asked suspiciously.
“We’re on the fucking moon!” she shouted. “There’s nothing here!”
He stared at her. “I don’t think you’re having fun.”
“No air!”
He shook his head. “Think about that logically. Could you have possibly said those words if there truly was no air? Of course
there’s no air or atmosphere outside this bubble—”
“Ofcoursethere’snofuckingairhereorfuckingatmosphereonthefuckinggoddamnMOONyouGODDAMNFUCKINGCRAZYMORONICDJINN…”
“Grace,” he roared in her face.
