“Don't look so desperate, love.” He puts a hand on the top of my head and ruffles up my red hair with his fingertips. “This isn't your first, last, and only chance for travel.” “Says who?” I ask as I lean in close to Pax's chest and feel his right arm slide around my waist. “Life likes to throw curveballs; I just want to enjoy every moment like it is my last.” “Well, that's bloody morbid. I say, grab life by the bollocks but try not to be so damn dreary.”
