KENDRICK POV
*Earned it - the Weeknd or, if don’t mind getting into italian music, Torna a casa - Maneskin*
The hum of the engines wrapped around us like a lullaby.
And our little mate was snoring.
Not loudly — just the faintest little breathy sound, like a tiny bird nested in my chest.
And Goddess, it was killing me.
We were miles above the earth, somewhere past the Atlantic, the hum of the engines a low lullaby beneath her breathing. The private jet Kingsley had chartered was all sleek leather and muted lighting, the kind of quiet luxury that makes you forget the world exists outside.
She was cocooned in the bed at the back of the cabin, surrounded by us exactly as she should be — warm, safe, claimed.
I’d never get tired of this sight.
Hell, I’d never let myself.
The moment her
