A secretive smile creeps over his mouth as he adds, “You know…I’ll have full access to the Bombardier at Harvard. I can take you anywhere in the world.” I raise an eyebrow, ignoring the spark of excitement that flares to life in my chest. “You’re trying to sell me Harvard again.” “No,” he corrects. “I’m just letting you know that we could be spending our weekends in Santorini. Or Dubai. Japan. You spin the globe, see where your finger lands, and I’ll take you there.”
Not him trying to be Mr. Worldwide!! 😭✋💗
