Page 145 of Rock Me

She shakes her head. “Shhhh, it’s over. We’re good.”

“Promise?”

She nods.

I sink into the couch and pull her into my lap, she hooks her arms around my neck and kisses me, deep and long.

When she finally pulls away, I sigh, completely content.

“So, um, I know I gave you the jacket back, but actually, it is mine You gave it to me as a birthday present, remember?”

“Yeah, but you broke up with me.” I say, patting the sleeve of my jacket, affectionately.

“Technically, you broke up with me first, and since you didn’t ask for it back then, it’s mine. Hand it over, buster.”

I laugh and pull it off and drape it around her shoulders. She sighs happily. And I know in that moment, I’m probably never going to win another argument again.

“So, you remember about the cake confession do you?”

“Yes! I remember that you are a dirty cake thief.” She shakes her finger at me.

“Just so you know, I admitted it to Anca, recently,” I say proudly.

“Oh?”

“Well, okay, she made me admit it. She already knew, of course,” I laugh.

“And she loves you anyway?”

“Eh, what can I say, I’m irresistible to women,” I shrugs.

“Especially fucking crazy ass loony ones?” She pokes me hard in the chest.

“Those ones just can’t get enough of me.”

“Oh, shut up and kiss me again.”

And who am I to refuse?

“So, what do you want to do, now that you’re finally here in Paris?”

“Oh, I think you know what.”

“The Eiffel Tower? There aren’t dancing fountains here you know!”

She pouts a little, but then grins. “I’m sure you’ll think of something to make up for it.” She jumps up and grabs my hand pulling me to my feet.

“You know what, Emmie? I think I have just the thing.”

I reach into my pants pocket, and feel the ring box that I’ve carried with me, since the day I went to see her in Maine and smile.

The End