Page 73 of Rescue

By then it was getting dark, so we grabbed a nighttime cruise down the Seine, where we could see the city all lit up around us. The views of the Eiffel tower from the boat were pretty perfect, and I kissed her as we passed underneath. She called me cheesy and romantic, but she smiled while she said it, and that was good enough for me.

She sighs, the sound drawing me from my thoughts. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she says quickly. “Just thinking about how close we are to the end of the tour.”

I frown, not wanting to think about that. After we finish in Paris, we’ll head to Amsterdam and Berlin before going to London for four shows. And that will be it. We’ll be heading home so Daisy can be near her doctors as she heads into the last weeks of her pregnancy. And Haylee will…

“Let’s not think about that yet,” I say. “We still have two weeks.”

“True. And I am really excited for London. Think we’ll go to Abbey Road?”

I sling an arm around her shoulder. “I think we’ll do whatever you want.”

She nestles her head against my chest a little. “I like the sound of that.” We sit like that for a few minutes, watching the water rippling in the light from a streetlamp above. “We’ve done so much since we got to Stockholm,” she says. “I kind of can’t believe I’ve been to all these places.”

“Just imagine how much better you’ll be at Never Have I Ever.”

She sits up straight and turns to me, her eyes glittering. “What about you, buddy? You haven’t upped your Never Have I Ever abilities at all.”

“What does that mean?”

She waves her hands as if to encompass Paris around us. “You’ve already been here. You’ve been to all these places! You haven’t added any brand new experiences since you left the States.”

I let my gaze run down her body. “I’ve added a few new experiences.”

She rolls her eyes, smacking my arm. “I highly doubtsleeping with Haylee Huntis going to be a question. You need to have new universal experiences.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Really. And what did you have in mind?”

She thinks for a moment, and then a grin stretches across her face. Her eyes travel from my face to the water and back again. “I recall you not taking candy for the skinny-dipping question.”

“We’re not skinny-dipping here.”

“Why not?” She waggles her eyebrows. “Scared?”

“Of swimming in this river? Yes, I am, actually. It’s deep, and it’s dark, and I have no idea what kind of current there is. And there are boats to maul us with their motors.”

Her face falls. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Plus, we could get arrested.”

“There’s that…” She watches the water for a bit before her face lights up. “But we could still go skinny-dipping.”

“What about—”

“Not here.” She jumps up and grabs my arm, pulling me to my feet.

“Where are we going?” I’m a little nervous. I shouldn’t have brought up that damn game.

“We’re going back to the hotel.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief. “So we can go skinny-dipping in the shower?”

She laughs, the sound more than a little wicked, and my relief fades a little. Maybe this whole hanging out with someone more adventurous than me wasn’t such a positive thing after all. “No. In the pool.”

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After a perfect day with Haylee—including skinny-dipping in the hotel pool, which we miraculously didn’t get caught doing—we fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.