“I… I love it,” Maya admitted, turning slightly to look at him. The smile on her lips was unguarded, pure, completely hers.
Damien allowed himself a brief, quiet smile, savoring the moment. Not the sunset. Not the view of the island. Not even the thrill of flying. It was her. Every little detail—her wonder, her warmth, the way she seemed to glow in the golden light.
Maya noticed his gaze, and a shiver of awareness ran through her. “What?” she asked, voice teasing, though her cheeks tinged with pink.
“Nothing,” he murmured, brushing a thumb lightly against her hand as it rested near hers. “Just enjoying the view.”
She laughed softly, leaning back, feeling a calm settle over her. The world below, the wind in her hair, the horizon painted in molten gold and coral—it all felt secondary to
