As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre.
“You haven’t lived until you’ve been in love with two men at the same time.” She lightly chuckled as she watch the love god Cupid form in the clouds.
Alejandro wrapped his arms around her waist, kissed the mole behind her ear. It always turned her legs into jelly. As he circled the mole with the tip of his tongue, he could feel her knees quivering.
“How could you fall in love with someone after just three hours?” he whispered.
“Sweetheart, we’re in Paris!” She stood on her toes, leaned over the bar, spread her arms wide. The cool Spring breeze whisked her hair back off of her face. “It’s in the air!”
“I’m never leaving you alone with a tour guide again,” he said.
word count: 125
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