ALEXANDER’S POV
The hum of the private jet was a quiet backdrop to the soft music playing through the cabin speakers. Nia was curled up next to me in the wide leather seat, her legs draped over mine, a thin blanket pulled over us. Her head rested on my shoulder, her eyes closed but not asleep, just enjoying the motion of the plane and the warmth between us.
I looked out the window at the clouds, then back down at her. She looked peaceful, like the past few weeks had melted all the stress from her body. Cabo had been everything…sun, laughter, dancing, intimacy, healing. We needed that.
“You good?” I asked, brushing my fingers gently along her thigh.
“Mhm,” she mumbled without opening her eyes. “Just not ready to go back.”
“Same,” I said. “We should’ve booked an extra week.”
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