As he drags me toward the car, I’m trying to at least wave to all the fans yelling my name.
“Stop rushing me, Aiden. You’re starting to piss me off.”
When the limo door shuts behind us, he gives me a hard kiss, which manages to both cool down my temper and heat up my insides at the same time. He still gets me as worked up as he did the day I met him. It was my first day at boarding school, when I decided to stop scripting out my life and do something crazy. I ran down a hill wearing a dress and cowboy boots, interrupting a shirts vs skins boys’ soccer game, stole the ball, dribbled it down the field, and kicked it past the goalie’s head. A goalie so beautiful I immediately nicknamed him the God of All Hotties.
And have been in love with him ever since.
He looks so handsome tonight. His dark blonde hair, those gorgeous green eyes, the sexy freckle on his cheek, a dark suit perfectly tailored to highlight his tall, lean body.
I move my hands to the front of his pants, forgetting I’m mad and thinking about the hotness behind his zipper, when his phone rings.
He checks the display and hands it to me. “It’s Dallas. I’m sure he wants to talk to you.”
“Hey, Dallas,” I say.
“Riley’s predicting box office success.”
“He always does.”
“What do you think?”
“I think I agree with him. Releasing the full three-movie version was brilliant.”
“Wait. Did I hear that right? Is this history in the making? Did you just admit to being wrong?”
“Yes, I said it. You’ll be busy adding up the money. How's RiAnne feeling? Baby five cooperating?”
“I can't tell you how many times this week she's said she needs this baby out of her. She’s pouting because we couldn't come to Paris with y’all, and now she’s craving macaroons.”
“Are you getting her some?”
“Of course.”
“You're a good man.”
“Always have been.”
“Damn straight. Tell her we’ll celebrate with dinner at the beach when we get back.”
“Sounds good. Tell Aiden good luck tonight.”
“Okay,” I say. “Bye.”
As soon as I hang up, I turn to Aiden. “Wait. Why did Dallas just tell me to wish you luck?”
He gives me a smirk. “Probably thinks I’m going to need it. You know, holding off all the models that will be hitting on me after the fashion show.”
I kiss him. “You’re bad.”
“So what was your favorite part of the movie?”
“Oh, gosh, I have so many. But probably when I first told you I love you.”
The limo stops at the base of the Eiffel Tower.
“What are we doing here?”
“Thought we’d take in the view. It’s a gorgeous evening,” he says.
He ushers me out of the car, and we meet a concierge who takes us to the top.
We lean against the railing and take in the view of Paris.
“You can see our apartment from here,” he says, pointing in its direction.
“The view is the reason we bought it, remember? It had great bones but was such a mess.”
“It’s beautiful now, which makes it worth it.”
“We’ve done a lot over the years,” I say. Watching the movie of our love has left me feeling very nostalgic.
“You’re right,” Aiden says, and starts naming off our accomplishments. “Two college degrees. Twelve movies. Thousands of sunsets in twenty-six countries. We built our mansion of love overlooking the vineyard and managed to survive the renovations of our Paris apartment and our Malibu beach house.”
“Thank goodness we didn’t have to do anything to the loft in New York. It’s always been perfect.”
He smiles at me and touches my face. “Your loft has that one important piece of decor we’ve added to every one of our homes.”
“And what is that?”
“Don’t be naughty.” He gives me a little smack on the butt. “You know it’s the glow-in-the-dark moon on the ceiling of our bedrooms.”
“I’m just teasing you,” I say. “And don’t forget the millions of dollars your winery has donated to worthy causes. Its Moon Wish label has done very well.” Moons are kinda our thing. Although it totally sounds like something that could only happen in a movie, Aiden and I wished on the moon at virtually the same time, a country apart, before we ever met, for our perfect match. And, somehow, we found each other.
“Well, it certainly helps sales when we have the hottest actress under thirty in all our advertisements.”
“I’m thinking it might be time for us to slow down a little,” I say with a sigh as he wraps his arms around my waist.
“I think that’s a good idea. You could use some time off. We both could.”
“I have something I need to tell you, Aiden.”