Page 153 of Just My Type of wrong guy

“Good,” I say with a grin. “I mean, imagine me spending the rest of my life getting that look…” I trail off, tilting his chin up and pulling him closer. “Every time I tell you how happy you make me and how grateful I am to have found you.” I shrug like it’s nothing, and A.J. kisses me—kind of awkwardly, thanks to the headphones.

We pull apart smiling, and he points to the window, eager to show me something I almost miss—because even on New Year’s Eve, nothing could compare to him. But I was wrong.

The helicopter cuts through the sky like it’s part of it. The vibration under my body, the constant whoosh of the blades muffled by my headset, and the city slipping farther below… it all feels surreal. But it’s real, and New York at night is as stunning as it is by day. If at sunset it looks like a perfectly painted watercolor, at night it becomes the most beautiful constellation on Earth. Lights pulse in their own rhythm, breathing life into the darkness

“You okay?” A.J. asks over the radio, his voice soft in my ear.

“I’m great. It’s just… when you said you didn’t want to spend New Year’s with everyone and might’ve even agreed to dinner with your parents if you hadn’t planned something special for us, I thought you meant there was another reason this night was special,” I confess, a shy grin on my lips. “Like…that special...”

He laughs loud enough I’d hear it even without the headset, and I frown, confused.

“You know he hears everything we say on the radio, right?” he says, nodding at the pilot as he teases me.

My eyes are huge and my mouth is hanging open!

“You’re kidding!” I accuse, and he shakes his head.

“He’s working New Year’s Eve, and he still has to hear me talking about… A.J., why didn’t you warn me?”

“I had no idea you were going to… bring that up.” He stifles a laugh, and I turn to the window, sheepish. A.J. moves closer, wrapping me in his arms, and I rest against his chest, gazing out.

The dark sky stretches infinite, sprinkled with lazy stars. City lights fade behind us, and below, the world takes the shape of trees, rolling hills, and silence. We pass over a hilly expanse, then a river gleaming like a silver ribbon. A shiver runs through me—not from cold, but from awe. I’ve never spent New Year’s Eve like this—never felt… so whole.

Suddenly, the pilot speaks into the mic:

“Preparing countdown. Coordinate point reached. Three rotations as agreed.”

“A countdown for what?”

I look at A.J., puzzled why we’re “stopping” mid-air. The helicopter begins to slowly rotate, dancing above the treetops.

“We’re flying in circles?”

“Yes,” he replies, smiling calmly.

I turn back to the window, scanning for clues.

“And you asked him to do this because…”

He loosens his harness, leans toward me, and cups my face with both hands

“I wanted to ask you to make one of my impossible dreams come true.”

“And what is that?” I ask over the mic, heart racing at the thought of granting him a wish, like he always does for me.

“I wanted to kiss you in two places at once.”

“How’s that work?”

“To your right is New York. To your left is Pennsylvania. We’re exactly over the line dividing them.”

My heart lurches and then stops. This isn’t his dream—it’s mine, and we’re living it in the most incredible way. I feel tears prick my eyes, but I make myself be sure one last time.

“So… we’re in two places at once?”

He nods, flashing that dimpled grin.

“Yes. But I wanted to be kissing you in two sta…”

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