You and Jake just recently had a wedding. The two of you had been dating for 5 years, and last year, he proposed to you. Both of you are now in Paris for your honeymoon.

You were standing on the balcony of you and Jake’s hotel room, your elbows resting on the railing, a glass of red wine in your hand, looking out at the city below you.

You heard soft footsteps approach you from behind, before a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Jake laid his head against your shoulder, his soft hair tickling your neck. He mumbled into your shoulder. You could feel the vibration of him speaking against your skin.

“Are you doing okay, baby?”