I had always thought I’d meet the person I was going to marry in college—like, we’d meet on the first day and they would whisk me off my feet and we’d be together for the rest of our lives.
“Paris, Amsterdam, Germany, Switzerland, and a few days on the French Riviera.” Hunter answered for us, and then kissed my forehead, and everyone froze. “We’re going together.” He squeezed my hand.