I know he will. I have no doubt. I smile at the thought of the two of us growing old together.
As if he can read my thoughts, he says, “Yep, I’ll still be rubbing her feet when she’s ninety.”
The lady laughs and shakes our hands. “All the best.”
I cuddle up close to him. “I can’t wait to grow old with you.”
“Yeah… I’ll be dead sexy with grey hair,” he jokes.
“Oh, I know you will.”
“So, you love me too now,” he teases. “No more unrequited love.”
“I’ve always loved you,” I tell him. “I just finally realized it in Paris.”
“Took you long enough.”
“Oh, shut up and kiss me, Mister Cohen.”
“My pleasure, Mrs. Cohen.”
And with those words, he presses his soft lips to mine.
