ADRIAN'S POV The rumble of the Boeing 747 was a lullaby, a promise of new beginnings. I pressed my forehead against the cool window of our business class cabin, watching Norway shrink beneath us, a tapestry of fjords and snow-dusted peaks. A smile stretched across my face, wide and genuine. I was happy, truly, deeply happy."Look at that, Damien," I murmured, turning to Damien, whose hand was already resting on my knee. He was looking at me, not the fading landscape, his eyes mirroring my joy."Beautiful, isn't it?" he said, his voice a low hum that always sent a shiver down my spine."The view, yes," I grinned, "but also… us. This trip. New York. Everything."He squeezed my knee gently. "Everything."I leaned in, my voice dropping. "So, spill it. What's the very first thing we do, the absolute minute we step off this plane? Pizza? Broadway show? Or straight to that taco place we used to love?"Damien chuckled, leaning back in his seat, a thoughtful expr
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