Our Forbidden Desire

el kitchen and onto a hidden elevator. My heart raced with ex

se decorated with stunning flowers and flickering candles. Floor-to-ce

breathlessly, taking i

nuzzling my neck playfully from behind

iver. This secretly familiar intim

fresh champagne glasses from an ice bucket and handed me one

ked between thrillingly electric gazes. My curiosity must

ly properties. Come with me, Kylie. Be spontaneous and esc

ys with Tristan. Still, doubts crept in. "That

y discussed the possibility with your mother on the phone. You know she li

asked my mom's permiss

g people toward what they truly desire. And your mom is really

Glancing back at the dreamy Parisian vision he painted, my racing thoughts outran a

st in case and headed toward the suite's opulent bedro

get ready to sleep," I

. "I promise to be a gentleman. I'll close my eyes." Sui

layful antics. Quickly I swapped my glitzy gown for a comfy

. Tristan uncovered his eye

hat's possible," he teased, openly admiring my bare legs.

mazing, Kylie. Thank you again for deciding to come away wi

Tristan tenderly. I heard his sharp inhale as he froze i

t in kissing's dizzy bliss. Ever the gentleman,

" he panted heavily, "we should try get

we settled platonically beneath the satiny sheets. Tomorrow a romantic

y airport on Paris' outskirts. A uniformed chauffeur whisk

ows at iconic landmarks while Tristan m

tside a picturesque boutique hotel I recognized from

the Eiffel Tower and quaint Parisian streets. My awe amu

first?" Tristan asked, wrapping his arms aro

tes in cozy cafes, strolling hand-in-hand along the riverbank, kissing under the Eiffel Tow

fresco by twinkling fairy lights. Tris

grinned back breathing in this blissful, romantic ambien

river with a full hunter's moon, Tristan paused sudde

Tristan murmured, pushing a loose wisp of hair from

d. We came together in a kiss conveying longing built up since o

d heavy fast. In a passionate daze, we sank into plush pillows. But Tr

I started apologizing when he hushed me sweetly. "Trust me, I w

feelings, even if not acting on them physically tonight. Curled safely in T

long aimless walks, cozy meals, and stolen kisses. Each moment our co

ng feelings. As we swayed gently to a crooning French love song inside our sui

f answering, Tristan simply captured my lips in a wordless passionate reply that l

sheets, Tristan didn't pull away. We indulged long-re

of Paris' nighttime aura, Tristan finally murmured against my tang