"Guess we're officially a part of the mile-high club," Cayden joked, pulling her Calvin Klein sports bra back on along with her sweatshirt. The plane had officially landed, and while I was curious to see where Cayden took us, I also didn't want this moment to end. "What's wrong?" Cayden asked, her brows furrowing as she walked over to me.

I smiled, but it felt forced, sliding my Uggs on. "I... just had a really good time."

Cayden laughed. "I'm concerned that you're sad about that," she said, rubbing her hands up and down the sides of my arms.

My smile unconsciously grew more genuine. She always cheered me up so easily. "I don't want this to end."

Cayden tilted her head. "Nothing is ending Vi."

"I mean this moment," I said, clarifying my previous statement. Sometimes I found myself growing sentimental over the smallest things—walking down the busy streets of New York with Cayden with full bellies after we just ate amazing food, kissing in the elevator up to her condo as we grew more impatient for one another, waking up in the middle of the night with Cayden cuddled up to me—sometimes I felt like this had to end eventually.

I know that's weird and it's nothing involving Cayden personally, but the feeling is definitely there. It only happens every once in a while and sometimes it so feels so normal to feel that way—like I've grown accustomed to it. Eventually, I'll work past it all as we continue to settle into our relationship and grow together, but it doesn't make the sinking feeling easier to experience. I wonder if she experiences it too.

Cayden pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. "What if I told you..." she trailed off, brushing some of my hair out of my face. "That some moments had to end, to make room for new ones."

I pursed my lips, gently resting my hands on her cheeks, silently admiring her beautiful features.

"Can you imagine all the things we have in store for us? All the moments we're going to share?" Cayden asked, a smile resting on her lips. "Seriously, Vi, it only gets better from here."

"You really think that?" I asked, feeling unsure of how she truly felt.

"I do," she said. "We still have so much to do together."

I smiled, feeling a warm feeling growing inside of me. I officially felt better, and my perspective felt changed for the time being. Now whenever I experienced the random deep sinking feeling, I could tell myself that there was more to come—more memories to make.

"We do," I said, gently kissing her.

Cayden smiled against my lips, pulling away slightly. "I hate to ruin the moment... but I'm kind of impatient for you to see where we're at."

I raised a suspicious brow at Cayden, realizing that not only did we have rounds of sex, but we took a decently long nap before getting woken up by an announcement made by one of the flight attendants.

"Cayden... where did you take me?" I asked, my tone light and suspicious.

Cayden chuckled. "What? Scared I've kidnapped you?"

"Technically I came on my own... but I wouldn't put it past you," I joked, pecking her soft lips.

She laughed, lacing her fingers with mine as she guided us out of the bedroom.

When we exited the plane into the oddly warm weather, the night sky shined with stars while the moon beamed down onto us. I looked around the private hangar, the night sky didn't exactly help me identify where we were.

Before I could pester Cayden with a million questions, she guided me toward the SUV waiting for us, the driver packing our things in the trunk as she helped me slide into the back seat. I still felt tired as we got driven to wherever Cayden had planned, but the excitement pumping through my body only forced me awake.

I wanted to see where Cayden decided to take us.

As the large city came into view, I looked over at Cayden full of expectation, waiting for her to spill the details of where we were at.

"Welcome to Buenos Aires," Cayden said, leaning into me and gently pecking my temple.

My brows unconsciously raised, surprised that we were on an entirely different continent. I looked out the window, admiring the city as Cayden pulled my legs to rest on her lap.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked, her tone soft and low as she rubbed her hands up and down my covered legs.

I nodded quickly, feeling speechless. "I really can't believe we're..." I trailed off, still admiring the buildings we were passing. The historic architecture was incredible. "I can't believe we're on a different continent right now—wow."

Cayden chuckled, and I could feel her eyes on me, gauging my reaction fully. "I love this. I love surprising you like this."

I looked over at her for probably the first time during the car ride. "I love it too. This is seriously incredible," I said, leaning into her, our noses brushing against each other. "I love you."

Cayden kissed me long and deep, and it felt like she was trying to say more than just I love you. It felt like she was trying to show me how she genuinely cared and appreciated me—that this was deeper than love for her.

And honestly, I think it's deeper than love for me too. Whatever that meant.

-

After arriving at our hotel, Cayden and I showered and went to sleep—jet lagged felt like an understatement to describe how we felt. By the time we felt decently well rested, it wasn't until the next night. Even though we had spent all day tangled up together, sleeping and cuddling, I felt a little like I had cabin fever. I was more than ready to go out and sightsee the beautiful foreign city, and it seemed as if Cayden already had plans for us to do so.

I got dressed in a satin white slip dress that had thin tank top straps holding it up while it dipped down in the back, exposing my back completely. My hair was pulled into a high bun with strands framing my face and my makeup was completely neutral except for the red lipstick painting my lips.

Cayden looked incredible as always. She wore a white linen button-down shirt with matching pants and gold jewelry accessories. Her dark hair was down with half of it pulled up and out of her face perfectly, and her face was bare and glowy.

I really liked this—loved this actually. Traveling with Cay reminded me that we have so many places to see and so many things to do. It was exhilarating to be reminded of this.

When we arrived at the large tan building sculpted and outlined with small details, my stomach grew with butterflies—excited to see what was inside. It didn't seem like a restaurant. And when Cayden led us in, I soon discovered it was a theatre building.

The building was packed with a low buzz of polite chatter. The red chairs and carpet contrasted against the tan walls—and I even noticed the renaissance painting lingering overhead, the dim lights illuminating it beautifully.

This was truly out of this world. I couldn't believe I was actually here, experiencing this.

Cayden managed to secure us front-row seats, and I almost wondered how. I knew she had the funds to do so, but it also seemed like this place was something you reserved in advance. Which led me to think... How long did Cayden have this trip planned?

I was pulled from my thoughts when the red curtains got pulled back, Cayden leaning into me as we watched the show begin. The previous chatter was gone, the room remaining completely silent and on edge as everyone waited for what was in store.

The opera was performed exquisitely, I couldn't keep my eyes off the numerous performers the entire time. I kept wanting more every time a song ended, completely dazed by the foreign performance. The show passed by me so quickly that I was a little surprised when the curtains were drawn closed, signaling that it was intermission.

I looked over at Cayden whose eyes were already pinned on me. "This is incredible," I said, and I meant it—this was the first opera I had ever attended and I'm disappointed I hadn't been before.

Cayden smiled, displaying her accessorized teeth as we stood from our chairs. "Watching your reaction was incredible," she said, resting her hand on my lower back as we walked. "You were so into it—and I was so into you being into it."

I raised a brow looking over at Cayden. Her face was flushed and her hand was warm on my back with the intention of urgency behind it. When I halted my walking, Cayden gave me a confused look, but I didn't get to see it for long before I kissed her.

The kiss was long and deep, Cayden pressing her hand firmly against my back for more support. Our tongues teased one another before Cayden inevitably dominated, sliding her tongue fully into my mouth.

After a few beats, we pulled away breathlessly, staring at one another with complete need. I was fully turned on, and I didn't know how the mood changed so quickly or how my body got so hot and needy...Then again, Cayden always brought this side of me out.

"Come on," Cayden said, her tone lower than it was before as she guided us back into the crowd of people.

As we walked down the shiny tall halls of the historic building, I noticed her quick pace—like she almost couldn't wait to reach wherever the destination was.

So when we reached the large bathroom lined with dim lights and practically sparkling due to the clean marble floors—I knew exactly what Cayden was thinking.

Before I could blink, Cayden had us in the large stall, kissing and grinding our bodies on one another—desperate for release. The publicness of all this oddly turned me on even more, and I could tell Cayden felt the same way.

Cayden guided my leg up and around her waist, bunching my satin dress at my hips as her fingers found my soaked panties, pulling them to the side.

"Intermission—" I was cut off when Cayden began rubbing her fingers delicately over my wet clit, eliciting a moan from me. I sucked in a breath when her soft lips began pressing warm kisses down my neck. "Intermission ends in ten minutes," I forced out breathlessly.

Cayden rubbed my clit at a quicker pace, meeting my stare. "I'll have us out in five," she said, and I practically moaned at how sexy her voice sounded. It was so deep and raspy—her statement was full of truth. Like she knew how to push me to the edge in whatever amount of time she decided.

"Fuck," I whimpered as she slid two fingers into me, her thumb flicking my clit. I leaned into her shoulder, biting down to hold back my moans.

Seconds later we were in full action, Cayden thrusting in and out of me at a quick but deep pace. But wow, when Cayden guided my leg around her waist against the stall behind me—I almost screamed.

She gently pressed my leg up against the cold wall, leaving me completely wide open for her as she thrusted into me at an angle. My nails dug into her back, my climax rapidly approaching. Low uncontrollable moans vibrated in the back of my throat as I edged closer and closer, gripping Cayden for dear life.

When I felt myself tightening around her fingers and my body tensing up—I knew I was there. And Cayden knew it too, pressing my leg farther back, thrusting slower and deeper into me. Like she wanted my orgasm to be gentle and calming, which it was. It practically washed over me in waves—shivers crawling through me as my eyes rolled back.

My legs felt weak and loose when Cayden slowly let my propped-up leg back down, letting me stand fully on my own. She adjusted my underwear, pulling my silk dress back down as I recovered from my intense orgasm.

"You okay?" Cayden asked, smiling slightly as her eyes analyzed me fully.

I nodded quickly, letting out a deep breath as I adjusted to the looseness in my legs. "Yeah," I said, my voice still breathless. Even though we had five minutes until intermission was over, I knew what I wanted—or who I wanted. At this point, being late was something I was willing to endure.

Cayden raised a brow when I flipped our positions, leaning her against the marble stall wall as I kneeled before her. Cayden looked down at me—and wow did she look entirely sexy, especially with the change in angles. Her hair was slightly frizzy due to me pulling and tugging at it, her face was noticeably flushed, and her soft lips were parted.

"We have five minutes..." she trailed off, her hand resting under my chin as she guided me to look further up. The action alone turned me on. I loved when she was dominant, even if I loved making her come undone, and sometimes even making her beg for it.

Ugh, and the way her eyes screwed shut and her legs shook completely... it was my favorite sight.

"I'll have us out in five," I said, mocking her with a wink.

Cayden laughed, throwing her head back as I pulled her pants and briefs down. I smiled, knowing this would be a beautiful memory for us—one that we'd look back on in admiration. I kept the white material bunched at her ankles, adjusting one of her legs around my shoulders.

I guided her legs further apart, leaning in to suck gently around clit, flicking my tongue against her bud in the process. Cayden immediately responded, her legs tensing as her hands rested on my shoulders. I leaned deeper in, swirling my tongue in quick circles as I tightened my grip on her.

I pulled away, sliding my thumb into my mouth and coating it in my saliva as Cayden watched. Her brows were raised in surprise at my actions, and I liked that I had that effect on her. I liked to show her different sides and different ways to do things, and I could tell she liked that too.

I pressed my coated thumb against her clit, watching her chest rise up and down at a quicker pace as she panted for air. I leaned back into her, but this time I thrusted my tongue into her entrance, which immediately earned a moan from her.

I watched as her eyes screwed shut, my pace growing quicker and deeper. I stared fully at her as I continued—enjoying the sight completely. Seconds later when I felt Cayden's legs tremble, I knew she was close and it only encouraged me more.

I flicked her clit with my thumb, thrusting my tongue into her quicker and smoother, which moments later caused her to tighten around me—her orgasm washing over her fully. However, I didn't stop, I kept my pace slow and gentle as I helped her ride it out.

When her body relaxed fully and she let out a pant, I pulled away, pulling her briefs and pants back up. Cayden's full attention was on me as I stood from the marble floors, standing at her level.

I ran my fingers through her hair, hoping to defrizz it so it wasn't obvious what we just did when we left here, but I knew that would be impossible. Cayden looked at me in what felt like admiration, resting her hands around my waist.

She pulled me in for a deep brief kiss before slightly pulling back. "I can't believe we just had sex in the bathroom of the Teatro Colón," she said, laughing as she pulled me in closer to her.

I laughed with her. "Oh, so that's what this place is called?" I asked, and Cayden laughed harder, shaking her head at me.