The hum of the private jet filled the air as Oliver and I reclined in our seats, the soft vibration beneath us lulling us into a peaceful, quiet intimacy. We had already shared moments of tenderness, our fingers brushing, lips meeting in soft, lingering kisses. The distance from everything, the world below, felt like a distant memory. It was just us now, suspended in time, savoring each other’s company as the sky stretched endlessly above.
The journey was short, and before we knew it, we were descending into the warmth of Argentina. It was already late afternoon when we arrived, the golden hour casting a soft, amber glow over the city below. Lorenzo had insisted on the timing, wanting to ensure we arrived just in time for his daughter’s birthday party. A soft buzz of excitement tingled in
