*Harper*
Flying with Damien never stops feeling opulent. The jet is sleek and perfect, just like everything he owns. The leather seats are softer than my actual bed, and the flight attendant knows my drink order before I even ask.
Damien’s beside me, dressed too well for travel, effortlessly handsome in that “I own the world” way that still leaves me slightly breathless.
I sip my champagne, curling my legs under me as the clouds drift past the window. “So, just out of curiosity, what do you think regular people do when they want to visit their boyfriend in another state?”
Damien grins, stretching an arm across the back of my seat. “I have no idea.”
I laugh, leaning into him, the bubbles already fizzing pleasantly in my bloodstream.
Before long, we’ve landed and made our way through t
