Hot Air Balloon By Owl City Novels & Stories

I took in a deep breath of fresh air as we ascended into the sky, glad for this complete silence as there was no pilot in this hot air balloon which was controlled by a smart core. Colt placed his hand on my knee, exposed by the scandalous thigh-high slit to the right of my calf-long skirt. “It’s so nice for you to do this, Sonsy,” he said, and I smiled. “I have never given you any gifts. I’m surprised that it never bothered you.” He scoffed, then flashed me a wink. “You give me one every night though.” “You naughty man.” I grabbed his arm, and we leaned against each other as the basket pulled further and further away from the ground, displaying the gold-painted world below us. Budapest, wra

His voice murmuring by my ear made my skin tingle. “Are you ready?” “I’m ready.” “Open your eyes.” The sight stole my breath. Before me stretched a green meadow glowing in the morning light. In its center stood a hot air balloon in warm reds and oranges, rising like a dream against the sky. “Oh, Jacob…” He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my temple. “Come on.” As we approached, the balloon looked like a burning heart against infinite blue. Peter introduced us to Brad, the pilot, who explained the basics.