Michael and Bridget exited the Lamborghini and walked toward the elevator, the underground garage echoing softly with their footsteps. The cool air of the garage was a stark contrast to the warmth they had experienced during their trip. Michael pressed the button for the elevator, and they stepped inside as the doors opened smoothly.
As the elevator ascended, Bridget leaned against Michael, her head resting on his shoulder. "This trip was amazing," she said softly, a content smile playing on her lips.
Michael wrapped an arm around her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. We needed this break."
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal the luxurious hallway leading to Michael's penthouse. They walked to the door, and Michael unlocked it, letting Bridget step inside first. The penthouse was spacious and modern, with large windows offering a stunning view of the city skyline.
"Home sweet home," Michael said, closing the door behind them.
