A gust of wind caught my skirt.

A gust of wind caught my skirt, lifting it higher than I’d ever imagined. A gasp escaped me, and for a terrifying, exhilarating moment, anyone would be able to see too much, before it dropped down again. My cheeks burned red hot, but there was a strange pulse in my throat—a forbidden thrill.

Chloe was laughing hysterically beside me, completely oblivious to what had just occurred. "This is INCREDIBLE!" she screamed over the howling wind.

"Y-yeah," I stammered, still mortified and yet… fascinated. “Incredible.” I glanced over at Chloe and saw her top. The strap had slipped; a generous expanse of cleavage was on display against the neon lights below. A surge of both panic and curiosity washed over me. Did anyone notice? And if so, what did they think?

Another strong gust hit us, and my skirt billowed open again, completely uncontrollable now. I blushed harder as I wondered how much those cute boys might see from so far below. I peeked at Chloe and felt a flicker of second-hand embarrassment...and something else entirely, an unfamiliar pull toward the risk. Did I point it out? Or would she be oblivious to the attention?