Kenzie's POV
The tour moved to Paris, and I went along. Now, Zayn and I snuck out of our glamorous hotel and decided to walk around. Since I’ve never been here before, I let Zayn show me around.
“Let’s go to the park.” He says with a mischievous grin. He leads me to where the gates open, but a large group of girls are taking pictures of themselves, blocking our way. Obviously tourists.
The small park is gorgeous; surrounded by a black iron fence that keeps it’s nature safe. Small walkways lead around to benches nestled between flowers and trees; probably the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen. I feel so disappointed that we can’t go in without risking the girls recognizing Zayn and ruining our night together. He leads me away and I think we’re stopping at the coffee shop next to it, but instead, he pulls me in the alleyway and we face the park’s six-foot fence.
“Let’s hop it.” He laughs, shaking the iron bars to test how sturdy they are.
“What?” I ask, mortified. I’m barely even five feet tall, how am I supposed to hop that fence? He puts his arms around me and gives me a lift into the air. I almost shriek, but I manage to grab the top of the fence in my moment of terror. I pull myself on the top and Zayn hoists himself up to join me.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asks, kissing my cheek before dropping himself to the ground between some shrubs. One is directly beneath me and I try to move to where he was so I don’t land painfully. Trying not to be a wimp, I jump and land partially on Zayn. We begin laughing and he buries his face in my hair as I bury my face in his shoulder so the girls don’t hear us.
“How about a better spot?” He whispers. I nod and we run behind some trees, safely hidden.
“We just broke into a park!” I whisper, trying not to laugh.
“No, we just took the challenging way in.” He corrects me. “Now that we’re here…” Something about his voice makes my heart stop and my face flush. He leans in and kisses me until I forget all about being quiet. I let out a sigh and we fall back against the soft grass and he rolls on top of me, using his arms to prop himself up so I’m not crushed.
I look over his shoulder, at the sky, and the breath is knocked out of me. It’s a beautiful sight: the sun is setting, painting the sky a beautiful pink and orange mix and through the trees, I can see part of the Eiffel Tower, perfectly illuminated.
“What is it?” Zayn asks, noticing my shock.
“This is perfect.” I say. It truly is; the smell of roses and exotic flowers surround us, the night is perfectly warm and breezy, the sight is wonderful, and the taste of Zayn Malik is on my lips.
“Yeah, it is.” He says, his eyes staring down, into mine. I reach up and ruffle his soft hair, a sudden desire coming to me. I crash my lips to his and he kisses me back without hesitation. Of course, he doesn’t know my intent and is shocked when I wrap myself around him.
He tries to pull away, but I don’t let him.
“Zayn…” I moan, my lips never leaving his. I can feel his body react to my voice and kisses, making me blush in embarrassment. How many girls will ever get to say they turned Zayn Malik on and felt the reaction?
This causes me to give a small laugh, which he joins in with, not caring the cause but loving the effect. My hands reach the bottom of his shirt and tug it up. He pulls it off and I’m left staring at his bare chest, a tattoo there and another peaking out from the waistband of his jeans. I lean in and kiss the tattoo on his chest, longing to do the same to the other. I restrain myself though, worried of that being a turn-off.
“Do you want to- um…” He asks awkwardly, unsure if he’s a jerk for asking.
“Absolutely.” I whisper, kissing his jaw. “We went to so much trouble to get here, might as well enjoy it…”
This turns him on even more and my shirt is ripped off within seconds, then off with his jeans. Here we are, in a park in Paris, him in nothing but boxers, and me in nothing but jeans and undergarments. Pushing aside all insecurities, I unclip my bra and he unbuttons my jeans.
“Zayn?” I ask.
“Hmm?” He responds, kissing my neck.
“I love you.” I say, facing all of my fears. So what if he doesn’t say it back? But fortunately, the next words out of his mouth were:
“I love you too. And I always will.”

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