“No. I keep you around because you’re gorgeous.” He kissed my neck. “Intelligent.” And my jaw. “Funny.” And then whispered in my ear, “And really good in bed.”
I hummed. “Not just in bed.”
“Yeah, you’re a pretty good cook too.”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“It’s our turn. Come on.”
We stepped into the lift, along with several other tourists. The attendant closed the metal doors, and we ascended through the Eiffel Tower’s centre.
“Wow.” I stared wide-eyed at the view. If it was this good going up, I could only imagine what it would be like at the top.
When we reached the top, another attendant opened the lift doors, and we shuffled out. Xander took my hand and led me to a quiet-ish part of the observation deck. He stood behind me, arms wrapped around my waist, chin on my shoulder.
“It’s amazing,” I breathed.
Paris stretched out before us. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue, with soft wispy clouds scattered about.
“It really is. The most romantic city in the world.”
“Is it?” I mused. “Venice is meant to be romantic too.”
“We should go. Then we can choose between them.”
“Good idea. What about Florence?”
Xander swayed us from side to side. “We can go there too.”
“Rome?”
He laughed against my neck. “And there.”
He spun me around so we were facing each other. He put his hands on my hips, and I put mine around his neck.
“I tell you what,” he said. “We can spend our honeymoon touring the most romantic cities in Europe.”
“Our…honeymoon?” I blinked at him.
“Yes.”
“We’re not engaged.”
“Huh.” He pursed his lips. “That could be a problem.”
“Yeah, you do tend to get engaged and married before you go on a honeymoon.”
Xander rolled his eyes. “Are you sure we have to go through all those steps? Can’t we skip to the honeymoon?”
“I think that’s called a holiday,” I whispered. “Which is cool. We can visit the most romantic cities in Europe for our next holiday.”
He shook his head. “Nah. It should be our honeymoon.”
He stepped away from me, took a box out of his pocket, and got down on one knee. It was like someone had put a neon sign above our heads because everyone turned to look at us.
I clapped my hands over my mouth. “You planned this all along, didn’t you?”
He grinned. “Jae, I love you more than words can express. You’re the best thing that’s ever come into my life.” He put one hand over his mouth and spoke in a stage whisper. “Just don’t tell Dillon I said that.”
