Ava’s Pov
Few days later, Damien booked a private plane and told no one where we were going. I packed one bag and left my phone on the counter while he did the same with his own device. The flight took three hours, and we didn’t talk much during the trip. I looked out the window at clouds drifting below us, and he held my hand the whole time without letting go.
The island was small and green when we landed on a short runway. A car waited for us at the edge of the tarmac, and the driver took us to a house on the beach. The building had white walls and big windows, with no one else around for miles. We walked inside and dropped our bags on the wooden floor while the air smelled like salt and flowers from outside.
Damien opened the doors to the deck, and the ocean appeared right there in
