He grins. “Nah. Just trying to impress a girl. You’re sure about this?”

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice a little shaky.

He huffs out a laugh. “It’s not even a question. Tonight, I want as much of you as you’ll give me.”

“So it’s a plan.”

He leads me to the car, and the driver jumps out and opens the door for us. I slide in first, and Easton follows.

Outside my window, the lights of Paris glow, making this fantasy seem even more like a dream. Last night’s bus tour doesn’t hold a candle to riding in a private car around Paris with Easton—and Steve and Heather have nothing to do with that. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I ask.

“It is. I see why you’ve been so excited to visit.”

I look over my shoulder and find his eyes on me, not the lights outside. “You look worried.”

“I’m not sure if I can trust myself with you tonight. You might have to tie me to the bed so I keep my hands to myself.”

“If that’s what you want.” I stick out my tongue.

“No, Shayleigh. That’s not what I want.”

“But you only kissed me the once when you got here.”

He frowns. “You’re broken-hearted. I want to be a better guy than the one who takes advantage of the pretty girl on the rebound.”

“My heart’s not broken, Easton.” I shake my head. “I’m pissed off, and my pride is bruised, but Steve and I grew apart months ago. We’d planned for this trip for so long, I think both of us were just trying to hold on until we made it through. The suckiest thing about it was his timing, but now I’m riding around Paris with Easton Connor and I’m liking the way things turned out.”

He skims his fingers down my arm. “Then come here.”

I scoot over in the seat and angle my body toward his.

“Closer,” he says.

I scoot more, until my thigh presses against his.

He smiles. “Still not close enough.”

I laugh. “To get any closer, I’d have to sit in your lap.”

His hands go to my waist. “That’s a plan I can get on board with.”

I stiffen. I’m all too aware of the thirty pounds I’ve gained in the last two years and of the fact that I wasn’t small to begin with. But rather than ruin this, I pull my legs under myself on the seat. I grip his shoulders as I straddle him, trying to keep my weight on my knees so I don’t crush him.