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floor, and quickly rolled them
down the aisle out to freedom. My heart literally sped up at the
thought of getting to see Aaron. It had been far too long. The man
next to me rolled his bag away as I hoisted my weekender bag onto
his empty seat. I managed to pull my heavy carryon out of the
overhead bin, and it landed with a thud behind me. I quickly
brought up the handles and snatched up my other bag, hoisting it
over my shoulder, as I wheeled myself out of the plane and onto the
jet bridge.
    I don’t know what I expected when I reached
the terminal, but it looked like every other airport I’d been in,
except everything was in French. I’d planned on stopping at the
restroom and touching up my makeup and hair, but I didn’t care any
longer. I just wanted to get to Aaron. I followed the signs with
the arrows pointing toward the baggage claim, hoping I wouldn’t get
lost. I kept scanning the crowds around me, mostly hearing English,
as I kept moving toward the baggage claim. I spotted a few BuY
PARIS duty-free shops and my heart skipped a beat. Being in Paris
didn’t feel real. I guess I still had to wrap my head around the
fact that I would be living in Paris. For several months, this city
would be my home.
    I glanced at the signs leading me to the
correct baggage carousel. As I wheeled through the crowd of people,
I heard his voice.
    “Brandy, over here,” Aaron’s voice was like
a lightning rod to my soul. I swear I could power the entire city
off the excitement I was feeling.
    I looked through the crowd and saw Aaron
walking quickly toward me. His stride was so long, it took him only
a few steps to reach me. He looked amazing. He was dressed in a
pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, which showcased the tautness of
his body. His dark hair was cut a little shorter and stubble traced
along his jawline. To say he looked sensational was putting it
mildly.
    I jumped on my toes and released my
suitcase, which dropped to the ground. He grabbed me in his arms
and hugged me tightly, as he somehow kicked my suitcase in between
us. Being in his embrace made all my worries drift away. This was
where I belonged.
    “You look gorgeous,” he whispered.
“Absolutely gorgeous.”
    His mouth curled slightly as he touched my
cheek and drew my lips to his. It was like I hadn’t a care in the
world being in his arms. The warmth of his mouth, and the
tenderness of his touch pulsed such pleasurable sensations through
me that I almost lost my bearings. As I savored everything about
Aaron, my fingers tangled through his hair, and our kisses
deepened. The hustle and bustle of the airport stilled in our small
corner of the world, and it didn’t matter that I was in Paris. It
only mattered that I was in the arms of the man I loved.
    He took a step back, still holding me, and I
looked into his dark eyes, smiling sheepishly as I glanced around
the airport.
    “That was a nice welcome,” I whispered,
wishing I was still tasting his lips.
    “There’s plenty more where that came from.”
He smirked, and the adorable grin that always got me in trouble
rattled my insides. He picked up the suitcase and slipped his free
hand into mine. “It finally feels like home now that you’re
here.”
    His statement swirled the emotions I’d
already bottled up for him, and all I wanted to do was get to the
apartment and show him my appreciation.
    “I’m so happy to be here,” I whispered,
looking into his eyes. “The last forty-eight hours didn’t go as
planned.”
    Aaron let out a sigh as we walked toward the
carousel that had started moving baggage along the wide metal
conveyer.
    “No kidding. I still can’t believe it. It
just makes me so angry,” he said, as we stood in front of the
carousel. “I swear to God if he was in front of me I don’t know
what I’d do.”
    I flashed him a grin because I knew exactly
what he’d do to him and it was flattering. “Me too. I thought I’d
moved past it all.”
    He bit his lip and shook his head as