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"But dessert?" one of the waitstaff inquired when Tor indicated their readiness to depart.
Tor gave Blythe a naughty smile. "I had something special planned, but it can't be packed up to go."
"I'm sorry, but we'll skip dessert," she told the waiter.
His understanding smile morphed to professional blandness in only a second, but it had been there.
Blythe didn't mind. This was Paris. The city of lovers. That she and hers wanted to leave for increased privacy would shock no one.
Tor's face looked set in granite as he drove the sleek sports car he'd rented for their time together.
"You look angry," Blythe said, knowing she sounded more intrigued than worried.
He shifted the gears on the powerful car's engine, and sped through a light about to turn red. "You know better."
"I do. And you know better than to handle this thing like a Formula One driver," she reproved him mildly.
"The light was still yellow."
She couldn't deny that. "But it was close."
"You know what is close? My body combusting with need."
She laughed softly, loving the effect she had on him. "I think you will survive waiting to get back to the hotel."
"Maybe." He shifted down, taking a corner just a little tight. "Maybe not."
Deciding he didn't need distraction while he was driving like a man on a mission, Blythe did not reply.
The next twenty-four hours were incredible. They made love often and continued to play the tourist in the City for Lovers.
But Tor's departure came with the inevitability of everything else challenging in life.
Blythe blinked back tears as they kissed for the final time inside in their super luxurious hotel suite. "I want to take you to the airport."
"You know we cannot do that and keep our relationship under wraps."
"We haven't been as careful on that front as we should have been already," she agreed, trying to keep her voice even.
He shrugged. "It was three days out of time."
It would be more like a nine day wonder in the press if anyone had caught photos of them kissing or dancing, but Blythe didn't let herself worry about that.
It was true that Prince Tor was less well known than his older brothers and even less so in Europe, which had plenty other royals for their paparazzi to follow.
They would never have gotten away with their pretend lovers weekend in New York, or even Boston, but Paris? Most likely yes.
It was that most likely that worried her, but Tor seemed unconcerned and Blythe wasn't putting any unnecessary stress on him before he returned to his military unit.
That leave set a pattern for those to follow. Tor managed to meet Blythe in Athens twice, Istanbul once and Paris twice more for three-day leaves over the rest of his deployment.
Each time they acted like lovers with nothing more to do than explore each ancient city. They did not stifle their affection in public like they did in Tapt Oyer or the States, though they were careful to protect their privacy as much as possible and respect each city's culture in regard to any sort of PDA.
Her prince returned to the Palace in Tapt Oyer once each year to visit his family and Blythe always made it a point to be there for the visit, but they had to hide their intimacy and how well they knew each other. Though he insisted on their friendship being known and recognized.
Janice seemed happy that Blythe and Tor had become friends. She'd also, thankfully stopped teasing Blythe about having a thing for the youngest Asgersen prince.
Tor stepped off the plane in Tapt Oyer, a sense of coming home welling over him.
