MIKA
Channing wraps his arms around me, his body warm and perfect. I'm out of breath. We both are as my head rests against his chest.
He presses a soft kiss to my temple, his hand trailing lazily up and down my back, and I close my eyes, soaking in the moment—the silence, the warmth, the overwhelming sense of being exactly where I feel I am supposed to be, even though I know it is only temporary. But I can’t help it. There’s this calm vibe in the air, a quiet happiness that makes me want to stay wrapped up in him forever.
“How far do you think we are from Hawaii now?” I finally ask softly, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest as I try to distract myself; my mind shouldn’t be where it is right now. Channing hums softly, his lips gently grazing my hair. “I’d say around five or s
