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having that scare them away, but she could not help but feel like there could easily be something more for them. Every comment, every anecdote, and every smile was shared so easily that it had to count for something.
                 
    “What are you thinking about?” he asked her, as he stroked her hair.
                 
    “Nothing,” she said with a smile. “Isn’t that what all girls say when they know you don’t actually want to know what they are thinking?” That made him smile, and she was becoming very fond of his smile.
                 
    “Maybe, but I do want to know what you’re thinking,” he said with an ease that made it seem as though they had been talking in bed for years.
                 
    “I was thinking about your favorite things and about how I don’t know what any of them are in any category,” she began slowly, not making eye contact, but playing with his hand that held hers. “And, I was wondering if you would like for me to know you that well, or if you’re happy with me just knowing you this well.”
                 
    It was quiet for a moment until he took the hand she was tracing heart outlines on absentmindedly and turned her face towards him so that there lips were only a breath apart.
                 
    “Alexis,” she melted inside as he said her name, “all I know right now, is that I’m happy with you. And I want to be happy. Are you happy with me?”
                 
    Her hopes fell slightly, but she answered honestly, “Yes. Very.”
                 
    “Then you should know,” he started seriously, as she steeled herself to hear the terms of this relationship, “that my favorite color is green. Comes with the name. And my favorite food is anything delicious and Italian.” She laughed, nearly tearing up as he went on, “And my favorite person right now, in this very moment, is you.”
                 
    “You know all the right things to say,” she said, holding her face in hopes of keeping the blushing minimal. “I guess, I just want you to know that I don’t know what you want, but as of right now, I enjoy spending time with you and getting to know you, and I would really like to keep doing that. And this,” she said, gesturing to their bodies, definitely blushing now, “but not just this, you know?”
                 
    “I know what you mean,” he said, smiling at her awkwardness. “And I would also like all of those things. I’ll tell you what. All this week I’m going to be in London, and unfortunately, I will be in meetings most of the time, but next weekend, let’s go to Paris. We’ll take the train, or my jet, if you want.”
                 
    She laughed. “You would have a jet,” she said playfully.
                 
    “Normally women swoon at that part, but I like that you laugh,” he said. “So, will you go with me?” He had a pleading look in her eyes that she did not understand coming from him and directed at her, but she adored it. 
                 
    “Of course I’ll go,” she said. “I’ll make arrangements with the magazine. I’m sure I can come up with something that’s going on in Paris that I should write about.”
                 
    “Yes,” he said. “Or this could be a vacation. I hope you know I’m covering the trip. All you need to do is come along.” She could hear that he was speaking in earnest about giving her something and not just to flaunt his ability to pay for everything.
                 
    “Okay, mister,” she said, putting up one finger with a smile. “But there’s one condition.”
                 
    “Name it,” he said, looking ready for whatever she could throw his way.
                 
    “You have to let me practice my French on you,” she responded, rolling over to face him, so that her body was slightly on