"To our first dinner in France!" Murtagh laughed as he raised his glass of champagne.
“Cheers” I smiled, holding mine up, and taking a sip. Murtagh settled back on the couch beside me and threw his arm around my waist, pushing me towards him.
Despite the situation we were in, I couldn't stop myself from smiling. And who wouldn't smile? Thanks to the full window wall of the open space, Paris and the illuminated Eiffel Tower stood proudly in front of us, while the snow fell lazily from the sky. I finished my
champagne and then I huddled myself better in Murtagh's arms and under the blanket, resting my head against his solid, warm chest. In response, he blew a kiss on my hair.
"It almost feels like living in a dream" he muttered, taking my hand and starting to play with my fingers, just l
