Larissa's POV
We walked out onto an enormous balcony that offered a breathtaking view of the entire Los Angeles skyline. The evening breeze felt refreshing against my flushed skin as the city spread out below us like a constellation of twinkling lights.
"Holy shit," I whispered, walking toward the edge. "This is incredible."
A luxurious hot tub sat bubbling in the corner, releasing wisps of steam into the darkness. Plush lounge chairs surrounded a crackling fire pit that bathed the entire space in golden light.
Carson moved behind me, his solid chest nearly touching my back. "Breathtaking, right?"
"Absolutely," I said, fighting the urge to lean into his warmth. "I've never experienced the city from this angle."
"Few people have." His arms came to rest on the railing, trapping me between them. "This perspective is earned by reaching the summit."
"Or by becoming the wife of someone who has," I shot back.
