"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Sixty-Eight.

Tanya's POV.

We finally made it into the streets of Paris after our little make-out session.

The sun was shining brightly and the Eiffel tower seemed beautiful from up close.

"Take a photo," I said. "It might be useful for your Instagram."

Darren took a glance at me, chuckling.

"No, sweetheart. I've decided to keep everything private. Meaning, privacy sign on the door, on my page, and on the whole world." He said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I raised an eyebrow at him, a small smile forming on my lips.

"Privacy sign? On everything?" I mused, linking my arm with his as we walked. "Tryna be romantic, hm?"

He laughed, "Of course. Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours, sweetheart. The world doesn't need to know."

I grinned, leaning into him as we walked.

"So, no photos then? Not even one of us at the Eiffel Tower?" I asked, unable to resist teasing him a bit.

"Wellll.." he smirked. "Of course, but that's to ourselves, not for the Internet to see."

I chuckled, enjoying the feeling of our arms linked together as we continued walking.

"Ah, so private photos for your secret album. Got it." I said, my tone playful.

He slowly leaned his cheeks towards my lips, wanting.. a kiss.

I couldn't help but smile at his subtle cue for a kiss.

"Someone's feeling affectionate." I teased, turning my head to give him a quick but soft kiss.

His smirk grew wider upon receiving the kiss.

"Affectionate? I think you mean, 'insanely lucky,' as I have a goddess as my lover." He said, pulling me closer to his side as we continued walking.

I laughed, feeling a warm flutter in my chest at his words.

"You flatter me. Though, I don't believe I'm quite goddess material. Just your slightly crazy, coffee-loving, sarcastic girlfriend."

He chuckled, "Oh, you're definitely goddess material in my eyes. And as for the crazy, coffee-loving, and sarcastic part... Well, that's just part of your charm, sweetheart. It's one of the many things I adore about you."

I chuckled, my cheeks heating up.

He slowly leaned in to press a kiss on my lips.

I melted into the kiss, my body instantly responding to his touch.

It was always like this whenever we were together.

Even the smallest gesture from him had a profound effect on me.

I pulled back after a moment, my eyes locked on his. "Keep doing that, and we'll end up making out in public again."

He grinned, clearly satisfied with himself.

"Oh, is that a bad thing?" He asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'd love to have an excuse to kiss you again and again, in the most inappropriate places possible."

I laughed, gently swatting his chest.

"Down, boy. We're in a public place, remember? Let's at least save the excessive making out for the hotel room."

He feigned an overly dramatic pout at my words.

"But, sweetheart, I can't help it. You're just too tempting, and I can't resist the urge to kiss you senseless." He said with a wink.