this little vacation,” said Brandon as he added fresh jam to his toast.
“Me too. It has been good for us.”
“This is what I want life to be for us all the time. Not a permanent vacation, but I want the way we feel toward each other, the way we are with each other, to always be like this,” Brandon said, his voice earnest.
“If we want it to be, I see no reason that it can't be like this.”
“I just want you to know how committed I am to that. How committed I am to you. Ashley, I never thought I would truly love a woman. To be in love with a woman. Let alone feel the deep love that I do for you.”
“I know. I saw it in your eyes last night.”
“Window to the soul?”
“Something like that.” I looked over at the Eiffel Tower. “Is it scary at the top?”
“You're not afraid of heights. So, no. It won't bother you. The view is spectacular. Also, very romantic. Great place to share a kiss.”
“I'll keep that in mind.”
“Please do.”
We finished breakfast, showered, and dressed. We paused for a few minutes in the lobby to play with Fa-ron.
“Maybe we should get you a cat,” I said to Brandon.
“Not if I have to clean the litter box.”
“It's not that bad.”
“I could have my my maid do it.”
“Do rich people always pay others to do the things they don't want to do themselves.”
“Probably.”
“I think it would be good for you to do it yourself. And feed kitty, bathe kitty, and take kitty to the vets.”
“Wait a second. When did I actually agree to getting a cat?”
“Just musing out loud.”
“I like this cat. But I can play with him and someone else is responsible for feeding and everything else. I'm not ready for that level of responsibility with a pet.”
“Cats are pretty low maintenance.”
“Still. Not ready.”
I shrugged. I still thought a pet would be good for Brandon, but I wasn't going to push the issue any further at the moment. We had Paris to see. We grabbed a cab and began our day.
The view from the Eiffel Tower was spectacular. It was romantic. It was also a great place to share a kiss. Or several.
The concierge at the hotel recommended a wonderful little cafe for lunch. It was off the beaten path and filled with neighborhood residents rather than tourists. It was perfect.
We only saw a fraction of the Louvre. We made plans to come back and see more on our next trip to France. The Mona Lisa was breath taking. I didn't realize how much it would move me.
We ate dinner at a restaurant along the Seine and then took an evening river cruise. It was magical. It was reminiscent of the carriage ride Brandon and I had taken through Central Park. We sat close and snuggled and took in the City of Lights as we cruised along the Seine. We noted the sites along the river tour that we wanted to visit the next day.
After the river cruise, we walked back along the Seine arm-in-arm. As we reached the Pont des Arts bride, Brandon took me by the hand and led me onto the footbridge. The fence of the bridge had many locks on it.
Pont des Arts had long been known as the “Lover's Bridge.” It was said that if you shared a kiss on the bridge that your love would last forever. A new tradition had been added to that. Now couples left a lock on the fence of the bridge with a love note before tossing the key into the Seine. The act was supposed to seal a couple's love forever.
Brandon removed a lock from his jacket pocket along with a note card and pen. He scrolled his love for me on the card. He handed it to me. I wrote my love for him. We attached the note and lock to the fence. Brandon tossed the key into the Seine.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you.”
“I don't want to take any chances,” he said as he took me into his arms.
He kissed me. We shared our most sensual kiss on that bridge. A kiss to seal forever.
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“Me too. It has been good for us.”
“This is what I want life to be for us all the time. Not a permanent vacation, but I want the way we feel toward each other, the way we are with each other, to always be like this,” Brandon said, his voice earnest.
“If we want it to be, I see no reason that it can't be like this.”
“I just want you to know how committed I am to that. How committed I am to you. Ashley, I never thought I would truly love a woman. To be in love with a woman. Let alone feel the deep love that I do for you.”
“I know. I saw it in your eyes last night.”
“Window to the soul?”
“Something like that.” I looked over at the Eiffel Tower. “Is it scary at the top?”
“You're not afraid of heights. So, no. It won't bother you. The view is spectacular. Also, very romantic. Great place to share a kiss.”
“I'll keep that in mind.”
“Please do.”
We finished breakfast, showered, and dressed. We paused for a few minutes in the lobby to play with Fa-ron.
“Maybe we should get you a cat,” I said to Brandon.
“Not if I have to clean the litter box.”
“It's not that bad.”
“I could have my my maid do it.”
“Do rich people always pay others to do the things they don't want to do themselves.”
“Probably.”
“I think it would be good for you to do it yourself. And feed kitty, bathe kitty, and take kitty to the vets.”
“Wait a second. When did I actually agree to getting a cat?”
“Just musing out loud.”
“I like this cat. But I can play with him and someone else is responsible for feeding and everything else. I'm not ready for that level of responsibility with a pet.”
“Cats are pretty low maintenance.”
“Still. Not ready.”
I shrugged. I still thought a pet would be good for Brandon, but I wasn't going to push the issue any further at the moment. We had Paris to see. We grabbed a cab and began our day.
The view from the Eiffel Tower was spectacular. It was romantic. It was also a great place to share a kiss. Or several.
The concierge at the hotel recommended a wonderful little cafe for lunch. It was off the beaten path and filled with neighborhood residents rather than tourists. It was perfect.
We only saw a fraction of the Louvre. We made plans to come back and see more on our next trip to France. The Mona Lisa was breath taking. I didn't realize how much it would move me.
We ate dinner at a restaurant along the Seine and then took an evening river cruise. It was magical. It was reminiscent of the carriage ride Brandon and I had taken through Central Park. We sat close and snuggled and took in the City of Lights as we cruised along the Seine. We noted the sites along the river tour that we wanted to visit the next day.
After the river cruise, we walked back along the Seine arm-in-arm. As we reached the Pont des Arts bride, Brandon took me by the hand and led me onto the footbridge. The fence of the bridge had many locks on it.
Pont des Arts had long been known as the “Lover's Bridge.” It was said that if you shared a kiss on the bridge that your love would last forever. A new tradition had been added to that. Now couples left a lock on the fence of the bridge with a love note before tossing the key into the Seine. The act was supposed to seal a couple's love forever.
Brandon removed a lock from his jacket pocket along with a note card and pen. He scrolled his love for me on the card. He handed it to me. I wrote my love for him. We attached the note and lock to the fence. Brandon tossed the key into the Seine.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you.”
“I don't want to take any chances,” he said as he took me into his arms.
He kissed me. We shared our most sensual kiss on that bridge. A kiss to seal forever.
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