Alice's POV
The next morning, I woke up to Bryan kissing down my body. When I opened my eyes, he was already between my legs with a wicked smile on his face.
"Bryan what are you doing?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what he was doing.
"Making sure you start every day in Paris remembering who you belong to," he said before his mouth found me, and I stopped thinking altogether.
We spent four days in Paris reconnecting in every way possible. We made love in our hotel room and in a museum bathroom, and once in a quiet corner of a park at night.
"I feel like a teenager again," I said after we'd narrowly avoided getting caught by a security guard. "Bryan, we're too old to be having sex in public places."
"Speak for yourself," he said grinning. "Alice, I feel more alive than I have in years."
On our last night in Paris, we had dinner at a restaurant on the Seine and Bryan held my hand across the table.
