In New York City

Ava felt like a new person as her eyes fluttered to adjust to the light streaming in from the windows.

She had felt Conan get up earlier and stare at her. She kept her eyes closed until he left the room after kissing her forehead.

After his confession last night, they'd kissed non-stop and then fallen into bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. Conan was beyond gentle with her, placing soft kisses all over her skin, anywhere he could find, and Ava felt them healing her slowly but surely.

This morning they'd be leaving Paris, though Ava regretted not being able to explore the city of love, she understood how hard it was for Conan to be here with his manipulative aunt, and last night, she'd gone on his aunt's page and found photos of his ex-wife.

Ava had felt a strong urge to protect the little girl she'd never met from this lady.

She stretched out on the bed, wrapping the complimentary robe tighter around herself to prevent the morning cold. With a final pat down, she went out in sea