I don’t think he has any comprehension of what all he’s done for me—and if I tell him he doesn’t believe me.
He has a hard time seeing the good in himself.
“Are you ready for Paris?” he asks after a good ten minutes of walking in silence.
“Surprisingly, I am.” At first, I wasn’t on board when he brought it up months ago, but I realize now he was right. We need this. We haven’t left Colorado at all since we’ve been together.
Besides … Paris.
It’s a photographer’s dream.
The architecture.
The history.
The people.
I’m sure I’ll drive Jace nuts taking pictures of everything, but he’ll never complain. He’s honestly probably more amused by it than anything.
We come across a busker on the street and we stop, listening. The guy is good—though not as good as Jace in my opinion, but I’m biased.
Jace turns to me and offers his hand. “Can I have this dance, milady?” He bows slightly, a grin lighting up his face.
I nod and slip my hand in his.
He pulls me against his body and we sway back and forth. I look up at him and he smiles down at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
He twirls me away and as he brings me back he presses a kiss to my hand, a devilish glimmer in his green eyes.
People clap, whether at the busker or us I don’t know and I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. This moment belongs to us.
He gives me another twirl and I let out a laugh of delight before I crash back into his arms, my breasts pressed to his chest.
We fit together perfectly.
We always have.
Two halves of a whole.
He’s my person.
With our hands clasped, I lay my head against his chest. His heartbeat sounds like a drum, adding to the music around us.
I feel his lips brush the top of my head and sigh, letting my eyes drift closed as we continue to dance.
The song ends and people clap. Jace and I separate, but he keeps ahold of my hand, not letting me get very far. He grabs a couple bucks and drops them in the guy’s open guitar case. The man nods in thanks and Jace waves before we depart, heading back to his truck.
When we get there he opens the door for me and I slip inside before he jogs around the front and gets in the driver’s side.
He looks over at me and there’s so much love in that single glance . It hits me like a two-ton truck. I never thought I’d be worthy of such love. All my life I was knocked down time and time again, until I met Jace. He built me back up bigger and better than ever before.
Now I’m strong enough to weather any storm.
Nova
Paris is beautiful.
The most stunning city I’ve ever seen or will ever see—I’m sure.