All Chapters of Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

When Adrian first brought up the idea of buying a house together, I was mid-bite into a slice of pepperoni pizza. His words were casual, almost like an afterthought, but they hit me like a ton of bricks. “I think we should start looking for a house,” he said, sipping his wine like he hadn’t just dropped a life-altering suggestion. I nearly choked. “A house? You mean… together?” He gave me a look, one of those half-smiles that made me fall for him in the first place. “Yes, together. Unless you’re planning to move in with someone else?” I set my pizza down, suddenly nervous. “I mean, it’s a big step, Adrian. Are we ready for this?” “We’ve been through tougher challenges,” he said confidently. “And besides, it’s not just a house. It’s our home. A place where we can build our future.” The way he said “our future” made my chest tighten in the best way. I wasn’t sure if I was more excited or terrified, but the idea of creating a space that was uniquely ours—a reflection of both our li

Inviting William to dinner was Adrian’s idea, though I knew it didn’t come easily to him. Over the past few months, their relationship had softened, but there were still so many unspoken words, so much unresolved history between them. It had been Adrian who broached the topic one quiet evening as we unpacked boxes in our new home. He’d been silent for a while, carefully arranging books on the shelf, before turning to me and saying, “I think it’s time.” “Time for what?” I asked, pausing mid-stack of plates. “For dinner. With my father.” I blinked, surprised. It wasn’t that Adrian hadn’t spoken about his father—he had—but the wounds of their past still seemed raw, even as they began to rebuild their relationship. “Are you sure?” I asked gently. He nodded, his jaw tight. “It’s not going to be easy, but it feels… necessary. I want him to see where we are now. Who I’ve become.” I reached for his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Then let’s do it. We’ll make it special.” The ev

The buzz of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts as I stood in the kitchen, looking out the window at the city skyline. I had just returned from a long-haul flight and was exhausted, but I couldn’t stop smiling. Adrian and I had been married for almost a year now, and despite the challenges of balancing our careers, we had managed to create a home full of love and understanding. I picked up my phone, a slight frown crossing my face as I saw the message. It was from Michael, one of the senior executives at my airline. “Isla, I hope you’re doing well. We’ve been reviewing your work and leadership skills over the past year, and we’d like to offer you the position of Chief Flight Operations Officer. We believe you’re ready for the next step. Let us know your thoughts when you have a moment. Regards, Michael.” My heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t just a promotion—it was the opportunity of a lifetime. The position was the next logical step in my career. After years of flying and working

The air between us had felt thick for days. Adrian and I had become experts at pretending everything was fine, but neither of us could ignore the undercurrent of tension that had settled in our relationship ever since the rumors started swirling about Adrian’s company. The accusations were just that—rumors. But still, they hung over us like a storm cloud, threatening to rain down on everything we had built. It wasn’t the whispers or the scandal itself that was tearing at me, though—it was the distance between us. Adrian was fighting for his reputation, for his company, for everything he had worked so hard to build. But what about us? What about me? Was I still a priority, or was I just another person in the background of his whirlwind life? I never thought I’d question his loyalty, but these days, everything felt up in the air. And it scared me. When Adrian came home that evening, he looked drained, as if the weight of the world was sitting squarely on his shoulders. I had gotten

It’s funny how time seems to fly when you’re caught up in the whirlwind of life. I couldn’t believe it had been a year since Adrian and I had married. The days had passed in a blur, filled with successes, challenges, growth, and moments of undeniable joy. The love we shared had only deepened, evolving in ways I hadn’t expected, and yet, as our first anniversary approached, I found myself reflecting on how much I had changed in this year. Not just as a wife, but as a person, as an artist, as someone who was rediscovering herself. Adrian had been nothing short of amazing throughout everything. He had stood by me when I’d been uncertain, supported me through the chaos of my new role as CEO, and had encouraged me to reconnect with my art. I had never imagined that I would have the courage to pick up a paintbrush again, and yet here I was, feeling more fulfilled and connected to who I was than I had in years. But I also knew that Adrian had played a big role in that. His support, his beli