Who would have guessed the country famous for its romantic
city of Paris had a law regarding kissing on the public railways?
Or, that said law would be enforced? It amazed Hannah that a
country with a kiss named after it would actually arrest people
for sharing one. Unbelievable.
She looked over at Damien and tried to find some humor in
the situation they were currently in. No matter how she contemplated
the circumstances, she failed to find any hilarity in her current
Now, sitting in a police station, waiting to pay a fine for
public displays of affection was not funny. At least not yet,
but that could change
or not. The expression 'you'll laugh
about this later' tripped through her mind, yet Hannah was pretty
sure that wouldn't be the case any time soon.
Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against the wall then
quickly changed her mind about letting her head rest against
the dirty surface. What she really wanted to do was lean into
Damien and cuddle, but she was afraid instead of simply paying
a fine, she'd be thrown into jail for doing more than kissing.
She couldn't seem to keep her hands off the man. That was disconcerting,
to say the least. The very idea of spending the night in jail,
or worse, having to go through the legal system in France, sent
a visible chill through her body.
Damien looked over and clasped her hand. "No worries,
ma cherie." He brought their joined hands to his lips and
pressed a gentle kiss to her the pulse point on her inner wrist.
The simple touch and his velvety voice stilled some of the unrest
racing through her body, but only just barely because reality
set in once again. "Next time I have to go away and come
back, I'll say hello to you at home. That way I can kiss you
until you are melting in my arms."
Hannah felt her eyes widen before she moaned and let her head
fall back against the wall. The man was going to be the death
of her yet. But what a way to go!