PARIS: Sinclaire

"Paris, how come we never really celebrated an anniversary?" you said as you hugged your husband's back.

"Hmmm.... what do you mean, my dear?" He hugged you back and pressed himself closer to you.

"Anniversary of when we met? Or when we got married?" you continued.

"Oh, I never thought of that. Would you like that, my sweet doll?" He kissed your hair and said so apologetically.

"Well, everyone is celebrating at least one," you said.

"Hmmm... how about we celebrate our first kiss?" He grinned at the thought of the idea he came up with.

"But why our first kiss?" you asked, reminiscing that kiss on the yacht.

"Because that was your first taste of me. And I of you," he whispered.

You still can't believe that this sexy man is yours completely. That he is your husband.

And that he is right here with you, just a breath away.

"Hmm... But... That's today!" you exclaimed as you realized the implication.