John had found a guide book to Paris in one of the drawers and was thumbing his way through the English-language section on attractions and the like when Bobby came back in.

He glanced over the guidebook, and promptly chucked it over the side of the bed. Notably, he'd already kicked his trousers off while Bobby was in the shower and was lying there in his boxers, propped up on a pillow or five.

Patting the space next to him on the big king-sized bed, John smirked, just a little: "Have I told you yet today you're the hottest and most incredible fiancé I ever met?"