“Why would I think that?” I smooth her hair back, wishing I could see her face.

“I don’t know. Lots of people write books and nothing ever happens. I’m not sure I’ll ever be good enough to get it published, but I had this story in my head and I wanted to try to get it down.”

“Will you tell me about it?”

I can feel her hesitation in the stiffness of her body, but she releases a breath and it falls away. “Don’t laugh.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“It’s about a nerdy high school girl who falls for her brother’s best friend. He’s a football player.”

I smile so wide that she’d probably laugh if she could see me. “I like it already. A little autobiographical story there, Shay?”

She smacks my stomach. “No.”

I wrap my arms around her and roll her under me. I kiss her neck as I find her hands, clasping them in mine and guiding them over her head. “You told me once that you had a crush on one of your brothers’ friends,” I murmur, settling a knee between her legs. “I wanted to think it was me.”

She arches into me, and I wonder if she knows what a turn-on it is that she responds to me so quickly. So completely. “Of course it was you. It was always you, Easton.”

My throat goes thick with all I want to say. I wish I could just show her the inside of my heart—touch her hand and telegraph what it is she makes me feel. She’s the one who’s good with words. I don’t know how to do that, but I do know how to support her. “Write your book, Shay. And when you’re done, you’d better tell me so I can remind you how awesome you are and how much the world needs to read the stories only you can tell.”

She shudders under me as if I’ve just whispered an erotic secret in her ear. “Everyone deserves someone who makes them feel the way you make me feel.”

“I only speak the truth.”

“In that case, I need you to answer a question for me.”

“Anything.”

She’s quiet for several long moments, and I use the time to kiss a path from her ear down to her collarbone, and her measured breaths go jagged. “Easton, is this a ‘just because we’re in Paris’ thing?”

I lift my head reluctantly before I reach her breast. “What? What does that mean?”