She giggled. “Hey, tourist,” she said, jerking her thumb over her shoulder, “the Eiffel Tower’s that way.”
“Oh,” he replied, feeling heat rush to his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he continued, “Well, uh, lead on then. I obviously have no idea where I’m going.”
“Obviously.” She squeezed his hand and they turned and headed in the other direction. Before long, Annabelle was proven absolutely right when he saw the structure revealed between some buildings.
“What are we going to do if the queue is massive?” he asked.
“Huh, I never thought of that. It probably will be. It is the most famous landmark in the city, after all.” Pausing for a moment, she then said, “We could always skip to number two on the list, then number three and so on, leaving the tower until much later. I’m not sure what time it’s open until, but surely the tourists will clear out at some point. The other tourists, I mean.” She tipped him a wink.
“Ignoring your last comment, that sounds good to me. I’d rather get other stuff done than stand in a queue for hours on end. Stupid, really. I booked a bus tour beforehand, but not an entry ticket to the Eiffel Tower.”
“I’m glad you did,” she said, bumping him lightly with her hip.
“Why’s that?”
“Because if you hadn’t been on that particular bus at that particular time, we wouldn’t have met. And if you’d booked a ticket for the tower, you’d have been rushing off now, instead of spending time with me.”
“That’s true.” He grinned widely. “In that case, it was an incredibly intelligent move. Practically genius.”
“Wow, I’m snogging a genius. Who would have thought it? Little old me!”
“But you’re not actually snogging—” Jacob’s words were cut off as Annabelle moved right in front of him, stretched up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. In spite of the wine, he froze for several seconds as his brain tried to catch up with what his body was telling him.
