I feel relaxed and happy, and not at all worried that we’re going to get mobbed by TMS fans.
If people are looking at us, I don’t even notice, because I’m too busy staring at Jake, drinking him in.
“What?” he asks, staring down at me.
“Nothing. I’m just happy.” I rest my head against his shoulder as we walk.
“Me too,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head.
As we near the Eiffel Tower, I look up, and get a feeling of vertigo from the sheer height of it.
“Wow, it’s so amazing,” I murmur.
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool, isn’t it,” Jake says, following my gaze skywards.
“Have you ever been here before?” I ask.
“No.”
“But you’ve been to Paris?” I haven’t. It’s my first time here. I’ve always been more of an Ibiza girl.
“Yeah, I’ve been quite a few times,” he replies.
“So why have you never visited here, or the Louvre come to think of it?”
“Because I was saving them for you.”
“What?” I stop walking. We’re just under the tower now.
Jake turns to face me, sliding his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
“I knew one day I would eventually see you again, and I knew when that day came I wasn’t letting you go for anything. And these were the things I wanted to do with you when I had you back. No one else, just you.”
“So you were waiting for me?”
“Yes.”
Holy fuck.
“And what if fate had decided we were never to be?”
“Then there would never have been anyone else. There is no one else for me. Only you.”
Just when I think he can’t get any sweeter, he goes and says something to top his last heavenly saccharin.
I reach up on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek.
“I’m never letting you go,” he whispers, as my lips touch his skin.
“I don’t want you to. Ever.”
I spy over Jake’s shoulder a guy, an older guy, loitering by a doorway at the bottom of the tower.
“I think one of your staff is waiting for you.”
Jake glances over his shoulder and signals two minutes to the guy.
He nods and steps back just inside the door.
“He’s not my staff, smart ass,” he says slapping my behind. “Just hired for the night.”
“I hope I’m not just a hire for the night?” I press my lips together, holding back my smile.
“Depends on what you have to offer?” He raises an eyebrow, giving me his, fuck-me-now stare.
“J-Jake Wethers – are you Jake Wethers?” comes a young sounding voice to our right.
Ah crap.
I turn to see a young lad, maybe thirteen – fourteen max, staring at Jake, agape and wide eyed, like all his Christmases have just come at once.
Jake nods to the kid, and puts his finger to his lips, glancing around.
The kid, obviously in some state of shock, just nods his head slowly at Jake.
He looks quite comical, bless his soul.
Leaving me, Jake steps closer to the kid, and says, “I’m out on a date with my girl and I don’t want a crowd, you know.”
“Uh huh,” the kid nods.
“So just don’t tell anyone I’m here – okay?”
“O-kay,” the kid nods again. He sounds like he’s slipping off into a coma.
“You got a camera phone, kid?”
“J-Johnny,” he says coming to life a little, scrabbling to dig his phone out of his pocket. “My name’s Johnny.” He hands Jake his phone without a second thought.
“Great name,” Jakes smiles.
“Tru, would you mind?” Jake turns to me, holding the phone out for me to take.
“Sure no prob,” I smile.
I take the phone from Jake and set the camera on. I take a photo of Jake and Johnny the kid, and then hand the camera back to him.
“Th-thanks,” Johnny says to me.
He turns and stares at Jake again. He looks like he has a million things he wants to say to Jake, but they’re all stuck in his head. Poor kid.
I know the feeling all too well.
“Th-thanks for the p-picture,” he stumbles out.
“Anytime … and remember, not a word.” Jake winks at him, then takes my hand and leads me inside the door.
“I think that poor kid was in a state of shock,” I giggle, as we walk into the lift together.
Jake’s hired hand is here to accompany us for the ride up.
“I think you might be right.”
“That was a nice thing you did back there, baby.” I squeeze his hand.
“Just doing my bit for mankind.”
I look at him puzzled.
“Tru, that picture of him with me, will help that kid get laid, or if not at least get a girl to play with his dick, and that’s all that counts when you’re a teenager.”
“Is that right?”
“Yup.” He leans in close and whispers in my ear, “That’s what I was hoping for at Lumb Falls all those years ago.”
“Oh,” I say, my pulse quickening as the memories flood my brain, but this time in a whole new light.
Letting go of my hand, Jake reaches behind me, resting his hand against my ass, he cups it with his fingers. “We’ll have to go back there one day and you can do all the things to me I missed out on back then.”
I gulp down. Sex with Jake under a waterfall.