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“Where are we going?”
“For a little night swim.”
He took off my dress and kissed me. “How are you?”
I placed my arms around him and kissed him. “I’m happy.”
He removed his clothes, and we dove in.
We swam below the surface, and I touched the lights. I could see his body move next to me—strong, perfect, mine.
We resurfaced and climbed out, taking the towels left for us to dry ourselves. Then Paul laid out a blanket, and we stretched out on top of it to hold each other under the night sky.
“I love you, my love.”
“I love you, too.”
Because there was only love, and that was all that mattered.
“Just one more photo, please,” I drawled out playfully, tugging Paul’s arm. We put our heads together for a selfie. “Oh, I forgot to take one with us at the entrance.”
Paul groaned as he walked over to stand in front of it, but he smiled for my picture. Before I could take another, though, he picked me up and placed me over his shoulder.
“Oh, my God, I’m going to drop the phone.” We were both laughing as he carried me down the driveway, then placed me on my feet by the car.
I straightened my shirt, my brows furrowed. “It’s creased now.”
“Here, let me fix it.” He cupped my breasts.
“Hey. That’s making it worse.” But it feels so good.
“Not to me.” He kissed me and groaned when he let go. “But no more selfies. We’re on a schedule and need to get moving.”
“I thought this was a vacation.”
It turned into more of a staycation. We stayed in, swam, ate, had sex, and mostly talked and laughed. I never want any of it to end. But after spending time at the Rose House, I knew Paul put a lot of work into making our time special, and I didn’t want to miss whatever he wanted to share with me next.
With that, I climbed and belted into the seat, and Paul got behind the wheel. Paul was deliberate in his choice of the yellow Ferrari Spider convertible, and I suspected Italy was our next location.
“I know where we’re going.”
“You do? Okay. Maybe you should drive.”
My brows lowered. “You’d really let me drive, Mr. Crane?”
Paul gave me an incredulous look. “That was a joke. Maybe in the United States on a backcountry road in a small town.”
I huffed.
He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I didn’t say no.”
“I’m going to learn to drive in Paris.” I grinned. “I’m getting a Vespa.”
Paul tutted, but I ignored his protest. Turning around in my seat, the Rose House quickly disappeared, and I sighed. Honestly, I couldn’t think of any place that would top it. It held my most precious memory so far with how Paul told me how much I meant to him. And I was already spoiled thinking about another escape after my internship.
Or apprenticeship. I thought of Dani making a name for herself in the art world. There was so much more I could do than I ever thought months ago.
The ride ended at the airport, and Paul was slow to leave the car. “I never have enough time.…”
