Amara’s POV
After Switzerland, we flew back to Paris, France.
We made it to Swan Island, where his yacht awaited us. My mouth dropped open at the thought of taking the yacht on a moonlit night while gazing at the Eiffel Tower.
While we were sitting there with a view of the Eiffel Tower, I softly gasped and couldn't hold back a sweet smile. He took my hand and whispered, "Let me treat you as my wife tonight..."
"Hmm?" I was confused, opening my mouth in puzzlement.
"Let me kiss you in front of the Eiffel Tower."
When he brought my waist closer to him and cradled my face with his other hand, the world seemed to stop spinning. He tilted his head smoothly and kissed my lips softly, with care, as if I were a fragile diamond that he needed to protect.
With all my cares melted away,
