Spoiled By My Ex’s Uncle
That nagging voice returned again, but she tuned it off, deciding to focus on what truly nattered.
Xavier's hand wrapped around the small of her waist as they stared out at the surrounding areas of Paris together.
"They don't call it the city of love for no reason," he remarked.
Many other people were in their position, probably tourists like the , holding hands together as couples and looking down, completely in love. She ignored them and rested her head on Xavier’s chest, letting herself bask in the warmth she felt in that moment, not letting the fears of what was to come, or the reminder of how temporal whatever was going on was.