*Olivia*
“Holy shit, Paris?!” I shrieked so loudly that Giovani jumped underneath me. “Sorry,” I said more quietly, my entire body buzzing with excitement.
He smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around me, pulling me in for another long kiss before helping me return to a seated position. I straightened my clothes quickly, not wanting to waste a single second of our time in Paris.
Of all the places I had imagined for this trip, Paris was one that I hadn’t dared get my hopes up for. It had been a dream of mine to go to Paris for years, but I hadn’t ever told Gio that. His insistence that this trip was about relaxation had led me to think we were going to a beach somewhere, but Paris was so much better.
“Where are we going first?” I asked, practically bouncing up and down on the couch.
“Wherever you want, my love. This trip is about you.” He dropped a kiss on my cheek and warmth filled my heart.
