by Penny Wylder
“How is it this hot every single time?” I ask, running my hands through my hair and pulling it tight against my scalp. “My damn thighs are shaking.”
“It's because we love each other,” he says. Dash opens his eyes and kisses me on the forehead. “That's the only explanation that makes sense.”
I run my fingers through his hair and look up at him. “I really do love you.”
“I love you too.” He climbs off me, grabbing some tissues from the box on the table. Passing me a few, he cleans himself off. “So, now that we got that out of the way, are you ready to see this place?”
“I am,” I answer, putting my pants back on. “Where are we going?”
“A little place called the Louvre.”
“Oo, so you're an art man, too? I had no idea.”
Dash chuckles as he fixes his shirt and adjusts his sneakers. “It's my dirty little secret.”
He smiles at me and winks. It feels like I'm struck in the chest by a lightning bolt. This moment is surreal. I'm in Paris with the man I love. Seeing the world with new eyes. Enjoying every day like it's my last.
What have I done to deserve this life?
Some people think that life is a series of pre-planned events that you have no control over. I don't believe that. I can't anymore. I took a risk, finally moving to the city. I took a chance on a man and fell in love.
We did this together. And I'm excited to see what our future holds. I know that wherever we are, as long as we have each other, we can make anything happen.
Because it's not just me or him, it's us.
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