AMELIA
"What?" I asked quietly, blinking at him.
"A vacation," he repeated. "Let’s go on a vacation, Amelia."
I stared at him, trying to process it. "Vacation?"
"Yes." He leaned back slightly on the couch, watching my reaction. "In Paris."
"But why?"
He gave a small shrug. "Let’s just take it as one of my final treats of this deal between us. If you agree, I’ll make all the necessary preparations tonight. Both here and over there in Paris. And then we leave tomorrow."
My mind spun for a bit. He had come all the way to my apartment asking if I was avoiding him. The truth was, I wasn’t avoiding him exactly. I was shielding my heart.
Because somewhere in the past month, I felt the lines had started to blur. I kept catching myself seeing our relationship as real. But I knew that wasn
