A Private Fairytale in Oakridge

SLOANE

Our fingers remain tightly intertwined as the heavy silence stretches over the thirty-minute drive. He has a solid, comforting warmth that radiates through my side as I lean against him, my shoulder pressed against his firm chest. Through the dark-tinted windows, the brilliant, chaotic lights of New York rush past, painting the leather interior in flickering shades of blue and gold. The ol