Better Than Words

When we arrive at the airport I’m surprised to see that we drive right up to a private jet. I had just assumed we’d be on a regular flight. Niall comes over to my side and opens my door. He puts his hand out to me and says with a smile. “Let’s go Beautiful.” I’m not quite as nervous as I thought I’d be. I guess because I’m absolutely sure this is what I want.
We get situated on the plane and I ask Niall. “So now will you tell me now where we are going?”
Niall laughs. “Nope.”
“Ok.” I say. “How about how long we will be there?”
“Five glorious days.” Niall grins.
“Sounds perfect.” I grin to myself thinking about just how glorious it’s going to be. Luckily the flight isn’t too long because I’m going crazy with curiosity. Soon the pilot announces we will be landing. Of course he doesn’t say where.
When we head out of the plane there is a car right there waiting for us. My only clue as to where we are is the driver’s accent. He sounds French?
Niall takes my hand as we sit in the backseat side by side. “Have you figured it out yet?”
“Are we in France?” I ask excitedly. NIall smiles and squeezes my hand. “Yes. We will be staying in Paris. I thought such a romantic city would be appropriate.”
“I’m speechless. I’m such a lucky girl.”
“No Becca, I think I’m the lucky one.” Niall says then he’s kissing me. His hand is on my thigh and I am eager to get to the hotel.

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