They make it

By the time Jasmin pulled herself up into the ceiling cavity she found she was short of breath once more, her cheeks darkening.

It was just the exertion of the climb, she told herself, nothing to do with being squeezed into a confined space alongside Megan, their bare skin occasionally brushing against each other, accidentally of course.

"What now?" She finally managed to ask.

"This way," Megan replied, beginning to crawl forward towards the light of the now broken ceiling tile above the bookshop. "Just be careful, don't forget how we met."

Jasmin found she rather would forget, she could still taste Megan's juices on her lips from the fateful encounter, and she really wished she couldn't.

Together they crawled as carefully as possible towards the broken tile.