Kayla
We laid down on the thick, designer rug with the bottle of wine. The glass pane in front of us made it feel like we were floating over the ocean. The wine was crisp, and the silence of the mountain was addictive. I could get used to this.
"You know," I said, taking a long sip and looking around at the smoothed stone walls. "I still think the modern cave thing is just a way for you to avoid ever actually touching dirt. You're like a high-tech hermit."
Damien chuckled, leaning back on one elbow. "I touched plenty of dirt getting you up that trail, Kayla. Give it a rest."
"I'm just saying! Most people have a tent. You have recessed lighting and a wine fridge. It’s a bit much, don't you think? It’s very 'I have a yacht and I’m not afraid to use it' energy."
"Is that so?" He turned
