Amanda Anderson
He took my hand and led the way.
"Tonight you said yes..." he smiled, and I nodded. "I have seen you float over the ice, and now I want to give you wings..." he pecked my lips, and then I saw it: behind him, there was a helicopter waiting for us.
"What is this?" I mumbled, and he smirked.
"I have two days off, so are you ready to fly with me, Kitten?" he said, and I smiled.
"Always," I smiled, and he chuckled.
I have never seen him so free. Genuinely smiling. His laughter came from within his soul, and I loved it. This man is the one who owns my heart.
He helped me climb into the waiting helicopter, making sure I was properly buckled and wearing the headset. "Are you ready?" the pilot asked over the headset, and Andrew gave him the go.
The helicopter took of
