'You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style
You got that long hair, slicked bac...
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Paris is often called the "City of Love" because of its romantic ambience, rich history, and stunning architecture that creates a magical atmosphere for couples. The city's enchanting streets, iconic landmarks like the Eiffel Tower, and charming cafés provide the perfect backdrop for romantic moments.
Paris has also long been a centre for art, culture, and literature, where passionate stories of love have unfolded through the centuries. Its timeless beauty and the sense of possibility it evokes make it a place where love is celebrated and dreams come alive, making it the ultimate destination for lovers from around the world.
Damon had once read that and heard it from many, many people. It was why he had always secretly dreamed of being able to visit this beautiful city.
Dr Linda had told him she once visited Paris with her ex-husband, she loved Paris it was just unfortunate she hated her husband at the time.
The couple walked through the streets of Paris, the moon hovering above them, the stars shining a path before them.
Damon had his arms slung over Rosalie's shoulder, the mannor coming of as possessive and warm at the same time. She found it highly amusing as to why he was doing it.
"Do I need to be more threatening? Is that it, I mean what in his right mind made him think for even a fuckin second he could hit on my girlfriend." Damon ranted as he pulled Rosalie closer to him when they walked past a man.
Damon narrowed his eyes at everyone who walked past them, ignoring his girlfriends giggle, at his jealousy.
He did not find this funny. Did he need to wear a sign or something on his forhead saying fuck off.
"Damon." Rosalie got out between laughs. "He left in the end after you scared him off."
The human boy scoffed pouting. "Still, I was right next to you."
"Well, i'm thankful that you stepped in and protected my honnor." Rosalie leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips, smiling when he quickly got rid of his pout.
"Yeah, I did do that." He grinned proud of his achievement.
He nodded his head at the door, man, in thanks for opening the door for them, and together they made their way to the elevator. He glanced around for any cameras, places like this where to easy.
Damon licked his lips as he leaned against the wall, watching Rosalie press the button for their floor. She looked absolutely stunning tonight. She wore a back dress that clung to her in all the right places. It went down to about her middle thing and gave her a v-neck at her cleavage area.
He glanced between her and the door before moving to stand behind her, listing as the elevator dinged, indicating they had gone up one floor. Leaning down, he placed his head in her neck, inhaling deeply for that scent that drove him wild.
