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Olivia

Johnny and I embarked on our press tour together shortly after our whirlwind secret romance began. The days were filled with glamour as we boarded private jets, each flight bringing a new adventure and a chance to interact with fans and reporters alike.

In the evenings, we sought refuge in quiet restaurants, away from the public's prying eyes

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In the evenings, we sought refuge in quiet restaurants, away from the public's prying eyes. These intimate dinners were a welcome escape, and I loved watching his laughter dance in the candlelight; his eyes sparkled when he shared a funny story or whispered sweet nothings.

Our nights were spent in lavish hotel beds, where the soft linens felt like a cocoon, wrapping us in warmth and comfort after the hectic days

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Our nights were spent in lavish hotel beds, where the soft linens felt like a cocoon, wrapping us in warmth and comfort after the hectic days. Between the press conferences and photo ops, we found stolen moments to explore the bustling cities, wandering hand in hand through charming streets. I relished the thrill of secrecy as I led him to hidden gems away from the spotlight.

As Johnny and I strolled through the elegant corridors of the hotel, the plush carpets muted the sound of our footsteps, and the gentle hum of activity faded into the background as we made our way to the lobby. As we reached the front desk, a member of the hotel staff approached us with a warm smile. "Should I call the car?" they inquired.

"No, thank you," I replied with a bright smile, my excitement bubbling beneath the surface as I turned toward the grand entrance. The sun poured through the glass doors, illuminating the vibrant cityscape waiting just outside.

As we stepped out onto the bustling streets of Manhattan, Johnny looked at me with a hint of confusion. "No? Where are we going?" he asked, trying to keep pace with my eager strides.

"Come on," I urged, grabbing his hand and intertwining our fingers. "Live a little." The energy of the city pulsed around us, with the sounds of honking taxis, distant music, and the chatter of passersby creating a lively soundtrack for our impromptu adventure.

"Why do I feel like that statement should make me anxious?" Johnny smirked, his brows raised in mock concern as he walked alongside me, the familiar glint of mischief in his eyes.

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