Dos’s Point of View
The soft whir of the helicopter blades hummed above us, but all I could hear was the sound of her laughter echoing in my chest like a heartbeat I didn’t know I needed.
June leaned toward the window, eyes lit like stars, mouth slightly open in awe as she stared at the sea of lights below us. Her nose scrunched every time she tried to take in more of the view, and the reflection of the moon danced across her irises like they were made of the night sky.
God, she looked breathtaking.
I couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Moments like this? They carved permanent marks on a man’s soul.
She wasn’t just watching the view—she was becoming part of it. Glowing. Untouchable. Beautiful.
“You’re staring again, Captain,” she teased without looking at me.
