After a Christmas with Tatiana and his mother and the brothers who'd bothered to show up to their family dinner, the Paris getaway was blissful. Never mind that the tension from Tatiana's pregnancy still hung between them, and never mind that there were still unanswered questions about the trajectory of their relationship moving forward. All he was worried about was Greengrass' wide eyes, tousled curls, and the feeling of his flushed skin every time Valerian managed to sneak a touch.
By the time they arrived at the hotel, Valerian had downed one too many glasses of wine and was high on the bliss of a Paris winter and Christmas decorations. Perhaps his job and his family had weighed on him more than he'd thought; he hadn't smiled this much in months, not even when he and Greengrass spent their nights in bed together or when he'd learned he was having a child. He closed the door behind them, not bothering to examine the oversized bed or lit candles around the door before he focused on Greengrass.
"What kind of surprises do you mean?" he asked, playfully arching a brow.
By the time they arrived at the hotel, Valerian had downed one too many glasses of wine and was high on the bliss of a Paris winter and Christmas decorations. Perhaps his job and his family had weighed on him more than he'd thought; he hadn't smiled this much in months, not even when he and Greengrass spent their nights in bed together or when he'd learned he was having a child. He closed the door behind them, not bothering to examine the oversized bed or lit candles around the door before he focused on Greengrass.
"What kind of surprises do you mean?" he asked, playfully arching a brow.
