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She’s an angel, my angel.

Please, Chari . . .

“I love you too.”

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Chari

Even though we still have four days left, it’s starting to feel like the day we left Switzerland. Like I know we’re going to be parted soon, and a piece of me will go with him.

We’re still in bed, Enzo having convinced me to take a “wellness” day. After a very pleasing bout of morning sex, I’m lying next to him as we watch yet another round of snow fall outside. I can even see the lake from this vantage point, and that reminds me of Switzerland too.

“I actually don’t mind the cold so much from in here.”

He pats his chest, and I happily oblige. Laying my head down, I can hear Enzo’s heartbeat thunder beneath my ear.

“So you wouldn’t be opposed to having a house or an apartment in Montreux?”

I laugh as his fingers trace across my shoulders. “Not at all.”

His hand stills. I pick up my head to see if something’s wrong.

Propped up on white pillows, with his jet-black hair, I swear Enzo has never looked hotter than he does at this moment.

“I’m not kidding,” he says. I wait for him to crack a smile. But he doesn’t.

“You’re serious?”

“I am.” He pushes my hair back behind my ear.

“A house in Montreux?”

He runs a finger down my back, something I refuse to let distract me. We haven’t talked about the future yet, but both of us know the discussion is inevitable.

“You love it there.”

“I do, but . . . we can’t buy a house in every place I love.”

His slow smile refutes my words.

Again. Not getting distracted.

“So maybe we can meet up in our vacation homes?”

Sadly, his smile fades. But we need to talk about this. Although I know he’s willing to make this work, and so am I, the details matter.

“Chari, I’d never ask you to give up your job. But you’ve talked about being unhappy with your boss. With the whole public school system.”

I know this is a serious discussion, but before we go any further, I have to ask, “Are you tracing a heart on my back?”

He winks. And I think I might melt right into the bed.

“Feel free to tell me I’m crazy,” Enzo continues.

“You’re crazy.”

He gives me a look.

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