The wheels of the plane touched down with a gentle jolt, and a flutter of applause rippled through the cabin from a few enthusiastic passengers. Violet stirred awake at the sound, her lashes lifting slowly before a wide smile lit her face. She sat up, stretching a little in her seat, her voice a whisper threaded with joy. “We’re here…”
Ethan nodded, watching the way her eyes sparkled despite the long flight. “Paris,” he said quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “First stop on our honeymoon.”
Violet smiled up at him with that soft, adoring look that always melted something in his chest. Ethan didn’t hesitate, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply, slow and possessive. He already knew Jacob’s eyes were glued to them like a snake watching a flame it couldn’t touch.
