Jasmine’s POV
We spent two weeks in Paris, and it was supposed to be only a week, but we just couldn't leave.
We didn't want to go back yet. We were living in our own quiet little bubble, far away from all the pack stress, and we wanted every single second we could get.
Our days started so slow and peaceful. Back home at the BloodStain Pack, someone was always knocking on our door early in the morning with pack news, council business, or border reports.
But here in Paris, the only thing waking us up was the sweet smell of fresh bread floating up from the bakery right below our hotel window.
We would lay in our bed for hours every morning, just holding each other while Orson rolled around between us with his little toys.
Garrett would pull me close against his chest, kiss my cheeks,
