“Here’s something else you need to know about me. When I’m craving croissants, I fly to Paris. I go to Siesta Key in Florida when I want to feel the softest sand under my feet. When I want to unplug from the world, I go to Puerto Natales in Chile. I don’t hold back—ever. I follow what’s calling to me, and I indulge.” I spread my fingers across her cheek. “This is how I live my life, Brooklyn, and how I want to live it with you.”
