Matias
The water taxi ride back across the East River was a blur of dark, glistening waves and the brilliant, scattered jewel tones of the Manhattan skyline. Juniper had fallen quiet, her head resting heavily against my shoulder. My arm was wrapped around her waist, keeping the silk clad warmth of her body pressed firmly to my side while the cool river breeze whipped through her hair. Her hand small and delicate, yet so incredibly strong when she held a microphone or gestured to make a point was tucked into my own, her fingers occasionally giving a lazy, rhythmic squeeze against my palm. By the time we stepped out of the private elevator and into the warmth of our penthouse, the silence of the city’s upper atmosphere had swallowed us whole.The foyer was bathed in the soft, warm glow of a
