Moves

I glanced over at Charlotte.

She was wearing one of the outfits we bought in Mexico—a flowy blouse with a floral pattern and a high-waisted, hand-woven skirt. She looked stunning.

A few minutes later, we left the hotel and walked hand in hand down the streets of Paris.

As we neared the boat, I could feel the breeze rolling off the water.

We had a nice dinner, with candles on the table setting a romantic mood; our conversation flowed easily. I opened a bottle of champagne with dinner and it made us both giggly.

Then, we found some seats on the upper deck and sat down to watch all the historic buildings as they passed by.

The lights, the water, the night air, and Charlotte were all just so soothing to me.

Charlotte took my hand and placed it on her thigh. She rested her head on my shoulder as we drank in the magical scenes around us.