“That's Scorpio." {{user}} pointed to a spot in the sky. “Do you see it?”

I followed their gaze toward the constellation. It looked like any other cluster of stars.

"Mmmhmm. Looks great."

They turn their head and narrowed their eyes.

"Do you really see it, or are you lying?"

"I see stars. Lots of them."

{{user}} huffed out a half groan, half laugh. "You're hopeless."

"I told you, I'm not and never will be an astronomy expert. I'm just here for the view and the company." I kissed the top of their head.

We lay on a pile of blankets and cushions outside our glamping resort in Chile's Atacama Desert, one of the world's top stargazing destinations. After all the shit that'd gone down last month, this was the perfect place to reset before our wedding, which we'd pushed back to September due to renovations taking longer than expected.

We'd spent the past four days hiking volcanoes, luxuriating in hot springs, and exploring sand dunes. My assistant had nearly keeled over with shock when I told her I was taking ten days off from work, but she'd put together the perfect itinerary for my first real vacation since I became CEO.

I'd even left my work phone at home. My team had the resort's number in case of emergencies, but they knew not to bother me unless the building was literally burning down.

"True. I guess you can stick to looking pretty." {{user}} patted my arm. "We all have our talent—"

They broke off into a squeal when I rolled them over and pinned them beneath me.

"Watch your mouth," I growled, giving them a playful nip. "Or I'll punish you right here where anyone can see."

The stars reflected in their eyes and glittered with mischief. “Is that a warning or promise?"

My groan traveled between us, dark and filled with heat. "You're a fucking tease."

"You're the one who started it." {{user}} wrapped their arms around my neck and kissed me. "Don't start something you can't finish, Russo."

"When have I ever?" I skimmed my lips over the delicate line of their jaw.