“You and me kissing, after all this time?” I release a long breath. “It should have been at sunset, with rain pouring down on us. It should have been at the top of the Eiffel Tower, with Paris at our feet.” Mel bites her lip, body melting into mine. “You’re a romantic.” “You bring it out of me.” “I hate it.” Her eyes fall shut, but her cheeks go pink. “No, you don’t.” Her mouth pinches in a smile. “No. I don’t.”
