Adrian’s pov.
The final days in Paris felt like they slipped through my fingers, a whirlwind of laughter, memories, and shared moments that made the thought of leaving almost unbearable.
We had done everything on the list—the Louvre, Montmartre, strolling by the Seine—but Aiden, of course, insisted that the Eiffel Tower was the best part of it all.
I had to admit, seeing Paris from up there was something else, but what made it more special was sharing it with the people I cared about.
We were sitting in a small cafe near the river, the kind that felt timeless, like it had been there for centuries.
Aiden was across the table, trying to order hot chocolate in his very limited French. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Uh… Je voudrais un chocolat chaud, s’il vous plaît?” Aiden said, his voic
