She Took The House The Car And My Heart

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Ellis didn’t even glance at him. “She’s just as skilled as any instructor here. Probably more. She doesn’t need you.” He knew Freya’s limits—and more importantly, he knew how much she hated being hovered over. She wanted freedom, not someone clutching the controls. “Go focus on your own ride.”

Though skeptical, the instructor shot a questioning glance toward Freya, who echoed Ellis’s sentiment with a decisive shake of her head. Convinced by their resolve, the instructor reluctantly geared up, deciding to join them in the air rather than remain on the ground. The engines roared to life, promising an exhilarating ascent.

Reluctantly, he had to give Ellis credit—he wasn’t reckless, just stubborn. If Ellis vouched for her, she was probably more than capable.

The moment they soared into the air, Freya peered down at the craggy mountains shrouded in a silvery mist, the world unfurling beneath her like a vast, mysterious tapestry. The persistent tension that had knotted her muscles began to dissolve, her burdened heart gradually shedding its heaviness for a newfound lightness and freedom.

During their flight, Freya was utterly captivated by the experience. Ellis remained attentively by her side, observing as the stress melted from her features.

A subtle smile tugged at his lips, and a warmth flickered in his eyes—a silent reassurance only she could feel.

serenity of the flight. Freya remained airborne for a blissful two hours, and by the time she

drifted closer to Ellis, eager to chat. “How did you get to know her? She’s stunning, and she flies like she was born to it. Tell me she’s got a sister. Hook me

she did, it has nothing

whined, playfully throwing an arm around Ellis’s shoulders. “We’ve been through so much together. You’re really okay with me being miserable and single

approaching them, he quipped lazily,

𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫺𝖼𝗈𝗆

instructor’s jaw

a mock scowl, “Coming from

Freya had poked fun at his age, injecting wry humor into the memory. His irritation with the instructor swelled, coloring his perception with a shade of

his voice laced with mock superiority. A hint of amusement flickered across the instructor’s face, his

if the instructor were years ahead. Not even a hint of