The Icelandic night was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Dominic and I sat on a thick wool blanket near a secluded geothermal pool he’d found earlier in the day. The steam rose in delicate tendrils, curling into the night air. The heat from the water contrasted sharply with the chill in the breeze, a strange but comforting balance.
We hadn’t spoken much in the last hour.
Dominic had built a small fire nearby, its crackle and pop the only sound between us. I leaned back on my hands, staring up at the sky. It seemed close enough to touch, as if I could pluck a star from the heavens and keep it in my palm forever.
“This place feels unreal,” I said softly, not wanting to disturb the stillness.
Dominic’s voice came from just beside me, warm and deep. “It does. Almost like the rest of
