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“On it.” She flat tongues my dick from shaft to tip, and I’m gone. Seriously, Danny has left the building. I don’t know who I’m going to be at her side, but I know I’ll never be the same after tonight.
* * *
“Hurry! We gotta go,” she yells, and I appear in the archway from the living room as she madly wipes down the counters.
“We didn’t even touch that counter. You don’t need to clean up. The bed is made and perfect. I even folded the toilet paper back in that fucked-up triangle.”
“Should we vacuum?”
“It’s our house, you ok with a few crumbs?” I love teasing her. I grab her around the waist and take the paper towel from her. “Stop. They’re not going to figure out it was us if they discover anything. The only thing they’ll notice is we ate all the cheese and crackers.”
She giggles. “Let’s go.” It’s six thirty in the morning and we have to run before the realtors arrive. But I’m a little sad to be leaving our slice of paradise. “I felt like a person here, not like a high school kid. Like this was our life.” She sighs and looks around.
I say, “I feel the same.”
“But it’s so pretty. Can you maybe find a spare million or so and buy it for us? We could ask Tony.” She hangs off my neck as I move us towards the exit.
I grin down at her. “How about this? When I get drafted into the NFL, I’ll spend half of my signing bonus on securing our perfect fuck palace.”
She laughs. “Why half?”
“The other half goes to my mother. Brothers’ draft pact.”
We make our way to the first floor; we’re almost home free when the door to the first-floor apartment squeaks open, and a tall man points at us.
“Qui es-tu? Vous n’êtes pas d’ici.” Oh shit. We do not belong here.
She yells back as we bolt out the door, “Qui es-tu? Vous n’êtes pas d’ici.”
I howl with laughter as we run at top speed around the corner and into a park. I leap down the little wall to get to the Seine walkway and help her down, too. I can’t believe she asked him, “Who are you and why are you in our house?”
We catch our breath while winding through the 6th. We cross over the Seine and wander towards some open-air shops setting up near Notre-Dame. They’re huge tourist traps to grab anyone who wants to see it. They’re also set up in front of the Eiffel Tower because no one leaves Paris without seeing both.
I love that our Paris is different. The curvy little streets and smaller shops. The bistros and cafés that don’t mind if you spend the afternoon drawing. She lets go of my hand and walks towards a vendor who’s setting up. I hang back and stare at our surrounding all slightly coated in mist and dew. It’s warmer today, still chilly, but it’s getting too late to pretend we have plenty of time.
She bounds up and presents me with a small black Eiffel Tower key chain and displays her matching pink one. She closes my hand around it.
“For the keys to our house. When you get the signing bonus. I promise to get a job that pulls my own weight, but for now, I’m going to have to rely on that sweet, sweet NHL…”
“NFL. Football. Not hockey.”
She nods at my correction. “NFL cash.”
I kiss her and the sun rises a little higher in the sky. Fuck. I’m a sap. This is too fucking perfect.
I rest my forearms on her shoulders. I squeeze her tight and dream of how soon we can come back.
I say, “I love you.”
She kisses me lightly. “How soon can we do it again?” She winks, and I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. She’s laughing. “You’re going to carry me all the way back to our dorm?”
I two-finger whistle.
“Nope. I’m splurging on a cab. There’s not enough time to do all the things I’m thinking about, so we need to save every minute we can.”
LIZZIE
I can tell you the exact number of minutes I’ve spent without him. But it’s all bearable knowing we’ll be together next year and from then on. It’s been five long weeks but I’m getting pretty good at phone sex. Never thought I’d say that.
