Olivia

We stood there on the yacht deck, Paris glittering around us like scattered diamonds. The Eiffel Tower's lights danced on the Seine's dark water, creating paths of gold that rippled with each passing wave.

Alexander's arms tightened around me, his chin resting on my shoulder. "Cold?"

"A little," I admitted, though I didn't want to move from this spot.

He released me only long enough to shrug out of his jacket and drape it over my shoulders. The fabric ...