Back in London, Damon stepped out of his car, the early afternoon sun casting a subtle glow across the glistening pavement.
Eleanor followed closely behind, her heels clicking softly against the marble driveway of Damon's newly acquired penthouse.
Around them, movers bustled, carrying boxes and expensive furnishings into the pristine building as Damon draped an arm over her shoulder with a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"You see this?" Damon said, his voice filled with pride as he gestured towards the modern structure before them. "New place, new memories. And I'm making sure the first one is unforgettable."
Eleanor chuckled, feigning disinterest as she rolled her eyes, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her amusement.
"You never stop, do you?"
"Not when I've got you to tease," Damon whispered in her ear, leaning in a little too close. "Tonight, no distractions. Just us."
"You naughty boy!" She smiled and nudged him gently.
