“Clover.” I brush a lock of hair off her forehead. She opens her eyes. “Give in to me.” She sucks her lower lip into her mouth, eyes on mine. “But we’re not in Paris.” “I can live without Paris.” I press my forehead to hers. “Give in.” “There’s no Eiffel Tower.” I grin. “I’m terrified of heights, anyway.” “It’s not even raining.”
