Makenna's POV.

Five days later…

I was lounging in Wolfe's bed back in Storme City, scrolling through the hundreds of photos I had taken during our trip. Each image was a snapshot of our adventure in Paris: the glimmering Eiffel Tower at night, the proposal dinner at Le Train Bleu, and countless candid shots of Wolfe laughing, looking so sexy. But my favorites were the ones of us together, mid-kiss, the city of love as our backdrop.

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