She embraced him and kissed him on the lips and he buried himself in her scent. He still loved everything about her even now.“So, are you ready to leave for France, soon?”“Absolutely although . . . well, Manhattan has kind of become my adopted home and I will miss the frenetic pace and the crazy people.”“Paris has crazy people too so not much changes other than the language and you happen to be fluent in it so it shouldn’t be too big of a deal,” he replied as he ran his hands through her silky tresses.“It’s not. What about you? Are you looking forward to getting back to Europe?”“Yes, very much. I always start to miss it after a while.”“And what about you?” Her green-gray eyes were bright as she leaned into him. “Do you know the ‘language of love?’”“Both the international one and French . . . fluently I might add in both cases.”Aurélie raised a perfect eyebrow. “I didn’t know that.”“You didn’t ask but I am telling you now so why are you trying to make a big deal out of something trivial?
