INDY
He hadn’t responded to my offer, but I took that as a yes. We had finally landed and were waiting for the pilot to open the doors. I pressed my forehead lightly against the window, trying to see where we were.
The moment the doors opened, warm air rushed in.
We were on a beach! We were then driven in a white car for a short while before it stopped in front of a secluded property.
“Whoa,” I said softly, stepping out of the car. “Is this yours?”
Rome shut the door behind him. “It’s my mom’s,” he muttered.
I turned to him. He rarely mentioned his mother.
“I didn’t know she had a place like this,” I said.
He shrugged slightly. “It’s… my dad’s private space with her.”
“It’s so nice,” I said honestly. “Have you been here often?”
“No,” he replied quickly. “Hardly ever.”
That some
