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We gather our breath, finally at the top of the tower.
Charlie says the view is stunning, as if you can see the whole of Paris.
I agree, but it’s him I’m looking at. A view I just don’t tire of.
The golden sunlight shimmers over his irises. The slight breeze ruffles his curls in a wavelike ripple. A puff of breath escapes his lips and plumps them up so prettily.
I want to…
Sigh.
There’s so much I want to do right now.
Run my hand through his hair. Coil a curl around my index. Caress his cheekbone. Hold his face in my palms as I lean into a kiss.
Things we do in private, because I need them to be. Or well, I think I need them to be.
Is that still true?
Maybe.
I bite my lips because I feel it overcoming me. This want, this need to grab and kiss him, for all the world to see.
But maybe I shouldn’t surprise Charlie like that. He said we should kiss on top of the Eiffel Tower, but what if he’s changed his mind with all these idiots around.
But soon. Very soon.
I think I’m ready.