They walked hand-in-hand through the market, not understanding a word around them.
"Do you think we should have learned French?" Jess asked, squeezing Bella's hand.
Bella smiled. "Where would the fun be in that?"
There were cafes, croissants, flea markets with treasures abound, and a drive to Venice. Hours of each other, wrapped together in bed, whispered words and lusty sounds the only thing between them.
On the long flights back, they held hands and laughed, napped against each other.
"Ready to go back to reality?" Bella asked, her eyes on Jess's lips.
"Yeah. Our reality is pretty fucking amazing."