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"What that means"—I leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the lips—"is that we still have one more day together."
She arched a brow. "What will we do?"
I shook my head. "All you need to know is this"—I tightened my hold around her— "tomorrow belongs to me."
There was something almost tragic in the smile she gave me. Nonetheless, she pressed her sweet lips to mine and kissed me until I took her back to bed.
I stroked, kissed, sucked, licked, fucked—everything she loved to pull the two words from her thatI cravedabove all others.
"Oh,oui…"
* * *
"Rise and shine, Gi."
Giselle's eyes fluttered open, then closed just as briefly. Settling myself in the bed beside her, I carefully balanced the plate on my bare chest and speared a sausage with my fork.
"I guess I'll just finish this fine breakfast myself if you're not hungry."
Like a switch being flipped, Giselle's eyes snapped open and she let out a huff of annoyance. When I kissed her cheek, a pouty frown crept over her face.
In the early days, Giselle had warned me she was not a morning person. "Gi in the morning," we called it. I took the opportunity to tease her out of it most days, but this morning I found her black temper incredibly cute.
Wriggling herself upright, Giselle accepted the fork I offered her and took a tentative bite, looking like the French sex goddess she was…with the sheet about to slip below her left breast as she ate her breakfast in bed.I'm going to miss this so much.
"One question," she said, in between bites.
"Just one?" I teased.
Giselle's obsession with questions was no secret. She enjoyed nothing more than to hit me with five or so questions at a time, fascinated by the responses.
She jabbed out her fork slightly, as if considering. "Just one—for now."
"Ask away, then." I tugged on the sheet and made it fall.
"Do I get to know what we are doing today?"
Leaning in, I kissed the tip of her nose, and then moved down to give some attention to her perfect and gorgeous breasts, smiling all the while. "This is how it starts."
* * *
It feltlike déjà vu all over again flying down the highway in my Jag, Giselle wearing her spaceship of a sun hat looking beautiful and happy.
Although I wasn't taking her to Magnolia Gardens again. Today we were going somewhere she'd told me she very much wanted to visit but had never been able to go. The zoo.
Her excitement when I pulled into the parking area was the reaction I hoped for, but I know we were both feeling the urgency of time winding down for us. There was only a little bit left, and I wanted to make sure she was doing something enjoyable with the few hours that remained.
Still, seeing her as overjoyed at the sight of a doe lying with her fawn, I couldn't regret even a moment of being in a public place with her when I only wanted her all to myself. I had hoped that there was a chance we could figure something out after she returned to France. Shecouldcome back to the US again after she fulfilled the requirements of her visa in France.She could…if she wanted to.
"Justlookat the bébé." God, I was going to miss how she found joy in simple things. It was how Giselle existed in life—laughing and dancing her way through it.
Leaning in, I whispered, "Hate to say it, but I think a baby deer is your true spirit animal, rather than the sparrow."
"Maybe yes," she said. She rested her eyes on me and became thoughtful. "And what would your spirit animal be I wonder.? Something proud and solemn I'd say. Like a stag watching over his deer family."
More of our past flashed in my head—the last time she had looked at me so deeply, at the beach, when she had first drawn me and made her less-than-flattering assessment.Hard. Proud. Closed off.
"Sorry if I was a bit blunt that first time I drew you," she said softly.
