chapter 73

DANI

I'm sitting in the balcony, staring at the Eiffel tower.

Growing up, Paris was all people talked about in school and in the movies and in books. It was everyone's dream destination. Just like Lana, I never got the hype. I honestly thought it was overrated until now.

Paris is breathtaking. The city lights. The little cafés outside. The nice people. The curious tourists. The Eiffel tower. It literally glows at night.

I feel strong big hands on my shoulder. I turn around to see Damien wrapping a warm jacket around me.

"Thanks." I smile. "Don't tell me I woke you."

"No." Damien disappears back into the hotel room and comes back with a bottle of wine.

Damien still looks exhausted from the flight. It was an eight-hour flight and we got here last evening. First thing we did is change into huge comfy t-shirts and baggy shorts. And then we slept. A lot.

He comes back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He falls on the plush couch next to me.

"I'm starving." He says. "Are you starving?