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She’s quiet for several long moments, and I use the time to kiss a path from her ear down to her collarbone, and her measured breaths go jagged. “Easton, is this a ‘just because we’re in Paris’ thing?”

I lift my head reluctantly before I reach her breast. “What? What does that mean?”

She pulls out of my arms, and I feel her looking at me in the darkness, but I can’t make out her features