Page 86 of Rock Me

“I don’t know!” I laugh.

‘Anywhere in the world, I mean it. Anywhere.”

“Seriously?”

“Never more so.”

And I know exactly where I want to go.

***

Four hours later, I’m standing in front of the Eiffel Tower.

Not that real one, of course. But the closest thing to it.

By the time our cab had reached LAX, Jez had a private plane waiting for us. For me. Oh my god.

He'd asked me one more time, where I wanted to go, and the answer was the same.

Paris.

It's always been Paris. I didn't expect to be taken there, of course. We didn't have anything with us. Just the clothes on our back and an old ukulele. And each other.

But when I climbed those stairs up to the plane, the wind in my hair, Jez's hand on my back, an open sky in front of me, I really thought we could just about go anywhere in the world.

So we did, we went to Paris.

Well, the closest thing to it.

When we landed, right there on the tarmac in Las Vegas was a limo. Again, for us, for me.

And it whisked us away, to a penthouse suite at the Bellagio across from the Paris Las Vegas Hotel.

And now I’m looking at the Eiffel Tower.

She's lit up like the world’s most beautiful Christmas tree. Sparkling lights towering up into the sky, lording over the famous dancing fountains of the Bellagio hotel.

Standing behind me, his chest against my back, his face tucked against my neck, his lips brushing on my cheek, is Jez.

And I'm in bliss.

"I hope this is okay, it's the best I could do on such short notice," he says.

I think I’m being cool about everything but apparently not, because Jez whispers into my ear "why the big sigh?"

I giggle and spin around, still encased in his embrace, and wrap my arms around his neck.

He smiles down at me, and it's brighter than the Eiffel tower.

"Thank you," I sigh happily.

"What for?"

"For everything. For being you. For rescuing me."

"Thank you for choosing me."

"I really didn't have any choice."