Chapter 30
After dinner, they were too full to move, too happy to care, and just drunk enough on wine and each other to forget about everything outside their suite.
The Paris suite was quiet when they stepped inside, balcony doors open, the soft hush of waves drifting in.
Jamie toed off his shoes.
Blake shrugged off his jacket.
Neither said anything.
They didn’t need to.
Something unspoken pulled them toward the same place – toward each other.
Blake sat down on the bed, leaning back slightly, eyes fixed on Jamie. “Come here.”
Jamie did.
The first kiss was soft.
The second wasn’t.
They were laughing one second, breathless the next – like the shift had been waiting for them all day.
Hands found their way easily now.
Familiar.
Certain.
Jamie’s fingers slipped into Blake’s hair, pulling him closer. Blake’s hands settled at Jamie’s waist, steady, grounding, like he already knew exactly where he belonged.
Their foreheads brushed.
Then their lips again.
Closer.
Warmer.
They moved together without thinking – shirts tugged away, fingers tracing skin like they were learning something important.
Not rushed.
Not clumsy.
Just… there.
Jamie pressed closer, heart racing, breath catching every time Blake said his name – low, quiet, like it meant something more than just a word.
And Blake…
Blake held him like he wasn’t going anywhere.
Like this wasn’t just a moment.
It didn’t have to go further.
They didn’t push it.
Didn’t rush it.
Stayed right there in that space between wanting and choosing – where everything felt bigger than just tonight.
Where it meant something.
Eventually, the intensity softened.
The room quieted again.
And they ended up tangled together beneath the covers, skin warm, breaths slow, the world far away.
Blake pulled Jamie in against his chest without hesitation.
Jamie fit there.
Like he’d always known how.
He let out a quiet breath, pressing a small, absent kiss to Blake’s shoulder.
Blake’s hand stayed at his waist.
Didn’t move.
Didn’t need to.
Neither of them said I love you.
But it was there.
In the way they stayed close.
In the way neither pulled away.
In the way silence felt full instead of empty.
They fell asleep like that.
Wrapped together.
Safe.
Certain.
And already a little bit gone for each other in a way that felt impossible to undo.