Chapter

In ways Lisa never anticipated, Paris had enchanted them.  Long walks on the Seine, peaceful mornings in their flat with coffee and fresh pastries, impromptu trips to secret shops, and late nights full of sly glances and laughter made every day seem like a dream.  It had begun quietly.  

The way Damon would instinctively grab her hand.  How, in the chilly Parisian evenings, she found herself leaning into him in search of his warmth.  How their discussions had become more intimate and genuine, transcending lighthearted banter.  Lisa was aware that she was falling.  Helplessly, slowly, deeply.  However, she was surprised to learn that Damon was also plummeting.  More difficult.  quicker.