Handsome, Hot-Blooded & Hazardous

23 - Tease, Towers & Taunts

~ Slow Down - Chase Atlantic ~
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"Come on Heathhh, you're so slow," I groan in annoyance. He laughs walking over to me.

"I'm ready, I'm ready," he takes my hand leading me out of the hotel. We finally made it to a restaurant for breakfast, well, brunch. We slept in.

We choose seating outside since it's a beautiful day today. A waiter comes by and takes our orders. "Stop, you did not order that," I laugh. Heath smiles.

We talk until they bring us our food. A whole blueberry pie and orange juice for Heath and chocolate croissants, crepes and orange juice for me. "You aren't going to finish that," I comment as Heath begins eating. It's bigger than his face.

"Watch me," he challenges. I shake my head while eating my food.

"So, why Paris?" I ask. Out of all the places he could take me, he chose France.

He shrugs dusting his hands off before taking a sip of his juice. "You've always wanted to go. You said you travelled the world for a bit with Jordyn, why didn't you guys come here?"

"We went to poor countries and helped the community. Volunteered, brought people in need food, clothes, and hygiene products. Some places in Africa, Asia, Europe even. Just the islands and countries in need."

Heath doesn't say anything. He stares at me with admiration. "Stop looking at me like that," I hold my hand up. He laughs pushing my hand out the way.

"Eat your food, beautiful," he says. I look down at his pie. I take my fork and reach over the table to scoop some in my mouth.

As I chew I realize how good it is. "Want more?" Heath asks. I nod. He laughs, scooping some onto my plate. I gave him a chocolate croissant in return.

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"Ughhhh so much stairs," I whine. I'm so tired. I stop putting my hand on the railing to take a breather.

"We're almost there. Here," Heath hands me his water bottle. I take it and drink some. "Look, the elevator is right there," Heath points to it. I didn't realize how close it was.

I grab his hand and sprint straight to it. "Now you have energy," he laughs. We get into the elevator and head straight to the top.

I walk out to the fence and look down. "I think I'm going to be sick," I mutter, feeling knots in my stomach. I blink repeatedly trying to get rid of the dizziness.

I forgot I'm still afraid of heights.

"Breathe baby," hands wrap around my waist and a head dips down to my shoulder. A rush of calmness hits me just by breathing in his scent.

I take deep breaths and nod. "We're so high up," I mumble, leaning back against his chest.

"What's the height of this?" He asks.

"Three hundred and twenty four meters," I retort. Heath lets out a breath.

"Damn this is probably the highest I've ever been," he says.

"Well planes go-". Heath kisses me before I have the chance to finish my sentence. My hands wrap around his neck. He pulls back slowly. "You know what I mean smart ass," he chuckles.

I pull his lips to mine. I never want to leave. I feel happy here. But why is there a small strange feeling in my gut? I ignore it, kissing Heath.

"Let's take pictures," I mumble against his lips. He pulls away, nodding. A dazed look on his face.