Long, slow exhales mingle in the cool night breeze.

He tugs her warmth closer to him and tightens his arms around her waist. Her soft hair brushes against his chin and she burrows against him. He’s wrapped his trench coat around them both and her gentle flowery scent, the soft heat of her, the whispered sighs of her breath are so close he can taste their nearness and silent intimacy.

He blows softly on her ear. She tenses, then relaxes further into him and cuddles closer.

He catches in his breath for a moment.

"Je t'aime, ma chèrie."

He exhales.