Bree’s POV
“Deux verres de plus s'il vous plait.”
“What did you say? Did you ask for another drink?”
“I said that you wanted to try the snails after all.”
“You’re kidding? Right? Those looked abysmal.”
Cranston makes a face as he sits across the table from me at an outdoor café, and I plop my chin into my hand, rolling my eyes.
“All these years, and you still don’t know how to speak French.” I shake my head accusingly.
“Why in the world would I need to learn it when you already do, and I don’t plan on you ever being out of my sight.”
Cranston leans forward across the table, placing his hand behind my head and placing a quick kiss on my lips before flopping back down in his chair and picking up a menu.
Mmm.
It still makes me feel all gushy inside every single time.
“Fine. Yes, I
