𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄¹, jack champion

052, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬

052, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬
irl + social media
(the song for this chapter is
paris — taylor swift ofc🫣
i know sab has a song called
paris but i felt like taylor's fit
better. love sab's though🫢)

THIRD PERSON +
november 18, 2023

The lights of Paris twinkled below as the plane descended through the clouds, casting a soft, golden glow over the City of Love. Juniper and Jack sat side by side in their cosy first-class booth, their hands intertwined under the plush blanket that draped over their laps. The excitement on Jack's face was contagious, his eyes sparkling as they watched the iconic skyline come into view. He'd been dreaming of this trip for the past two days, ever since Juniper had surprised him with the news.

"Paris, Juniper," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're actually here."

Juniper smiled at him, her heart swelling with happiness as she watched his childlike wonder. "I told you it'd be special," she whispered back, squeezing his hand.

Jack turned to her, his eyes glistening with emotion. "You didn't just make it special, you made it perfect."

He leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, and for a moment, the world outside the window disappeared. It was just the two of them in that quiet, intimate space, their love filling the air with warmth.

When they had first boarded the plane, Jack had been overwhelmed. The luxury of the first-class booth, the endless wine, the gourmet meals—it was all too much for him. He had been grateful beyond words, even crying a little when they first settled in. Juniper had held him close, her own heart swelling with affection for this man who meant the world to her.

And now, as they touched down in Paris, the magic of their journey was just beginning.

—

The five days in Paris felt like a dream. It was as though they had stepped out of reality and into a world where time didn't matter, where nothing existed except for the love they shared and the beauty that surrounded them.

Their first night was spent at a quaint little wine bar near their hotel, tucked away in a cobblestone alley. The walls were lined with bottles of French wine, and the warm glow of candles flickered on each table. Juniper and Jack sat close, their knees touching under the table, sharing a bottle of red that tasted like velvet on their tongues. They laughed, they whispered secrets, and they kissed between sips, their connection growing stronger with every passing moment.

"I'm so in love, I might stop breathing," Jack said with a soft chuckle, his face flushed from the wine.

Juniper had a moment when she processed the words. Those would be great song lyrics.

She grinned, her fingers playing with the rim of her wine glass. "You better not. We've got a whole city to explore."

And explore they did.

The next morning, they wandered through the Christmas markets that had sprung up all over the city, the smell of cinnamon and roasted chestnuts filling the air. Jack's eyes were wide with delight as they strolled through the stalls, admiring handmade ornaments, scarves, and candles. He insisted on buying Juniper a delicate silver necklace with a tiny Eiffel Tower charm, slipping it around her neck with a smile that made her heart flutter.

"You're my Paris," he whispered in her ear, and she blushed, feeling like the luckiest person in the world.

They spent the afternoon at the Louvre, wandering through the endless halls of art and history. Jack was captivated by the paintings, pointing out details in each one that he found fascinating, while Juniper enjoyed watching him lose himself in the beauty of it all. They stood in front of the Mona Lisa together, Jack's arm around her waist as they admired the famous painting.