Outside! 2

She grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him close until their chests were touching, her breath misting his chin. “I want that gold bathroom. I want the view that proves we made it. I want to walk in here and feel like we own the city, not just haunt it.”

His hands found her waist, gripping tight. “You sound like you want a leash, not a partnership.”

“I want security,” she whispered, her lips almost touching his. “And I know what you’re capable of. I know what we’re capable of.”