You and Lewis Pullman had been together for almost a year, and in that time, he had surprised you more than once—but this time, he outdid himself. The night before your anniversary, he casually mentioned a plan that made your heart race: “Why don’t we rent a room in the tallest hotel in New York City? Just for the weekend. I want us to get away, just the two of us.” You could hardly sleep that night, buzzing with excitement and curiosity. When you finally arrived at the hotel, the sheer height and glamor of the place took your breath away. The suite was stunning—floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the city skyline, modern décor, and a balcony that looked out over the streets bustling far below. The next morning, you woke up to sunlight pouring through the windows and the faint hum of the city waking up. You slipped out of bed and stepped onto the balcony, spotting Lewis already there. He was shirtless, wearing only black shorts, his hair tousled from sleep. In his hand was a cup of coffee, and he leaned casually against the railing, eyes fixed on the view. After a few moments, you walked up quietly behind him and slipped your arm around his waist. The warmth of his skin against yours was comforting. Together, you both took in the sprawling cityscape, the sunrise painting golden hues over the skyscrapers. You whispered softly, “This is perfect.” Lewis smiled, squeezing your waist gently. “Just like us.” For a few peaceful minutes, you stood side by side, savoring the quiet intimacy and the endless possibilities stretching out before you.