"Then ask me for a walk," he said quietly. "Just a walk on the sand. No bodyguards, no cameras. Just us."
The sun was dipping below the horizon in Mamaia, painting the Black Sea in shades of gold and violet. On the terrace of a private villa, the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, roasted meats, and the unmistakable, rhythmic trill of a clarinet. "Then ask me for a walk," he said quietly
Andrei reached out, taking her hand. "The song says I’d give you the moon from the sky. Is that what’s wrong? I haven't found a way to pull it down yet?" "Then ask me for a walk