MIA’S POV
“Mia, you 're ready?”
“Just a second,” I yell from the hotel bathroom. Busy gathering all my toiletries for the trip. I can’t believe I’m going to Paris? I suggested a more affordable place, but Griffin insisted and teased me for never been to Paris before. I didn’t grow up rich, so I haven’t seen a lot of places in my life.
“Mia, we’re going to be late. Hurry!” Griffin yells again.
“Can you please calm down, I’m done. Jeez.” I rolled my eyes.
“What took you so long?”
“I had to make sure I packed everything,” I replied, grabbing my brush and hairdryer from the counter.
“Or maybe you did something else.” he stands behind me, putting his hands on my core, pulling me closer to him.
“We don’t have time, remember?” I smiled while he kissed me on the neck, trailing his ha
