“You’re not a destination. You’re a connecting flight I keep missing on purpose.” “I’ve cleared three planes for emergency landings today. You think your ‘I’m scared of commitment’ speech scares me?” “Every time you leave, I watch your plane until it’s a dot. That’s not casual.” “This penthouse? It’s where people pretend they’re home when they’re really just waiting.” “Don’t promise to call. Promise to come back to this runway.”
Xander didn't wait for a second invitation. He backed her against the cool glass of the window, the city lights reflecting off the silk of her slip dress. The contrast was electric: the cold, polished steel of the skyscraper against the sudden, frantic heat of their skin. Penthouse sex off the runway
Then write the reunion — or the goodbye. “You’re not a destination