And now it would be their destination again.
‘Paris it is,’ she said contentedly.
And Leandros laughed and kissed her hand again.
Later on, when midnight approached and they retired to their bedroom and their bed, he kissed her all over—and then more than kissed her.
Afterwards, as they lay in each other’s arms, heart against heart, he cradled her.
‘Might as well get into practice for Paris,’ he said.
And that, thought Eliana, as sleep drifted over her and she fell, as she always did in his arms, into the sweetest dreams, was an excellent idea...