"Honey, I don't think you should go back today," Karen told Will as they strolled around the perimeter of the Eiffel Tower park. Her arms were crossed in front of her, and she didn't meet his gaze as she waited for his response - she wasn't sure if he wanted to stay as much as she wanted him to. The conversation that had started at the café had been lost in the shuffle of scones and coffee, of talks of past travels and desires to see the world. But Karen knew that Will would have to leave soon, and she didn't want to let that happen.

"Karen, I kind of have to," he told her, his hands in his back pockets as they slowly sauntered past a group of Chinese tourists posing for a picture in front of the tower.

"Why?" she asked him, challenging him with a stare. She wanted one good reason why he couldn't stay there with her for a little while longer.

"Well, for one thing, I have a job I need to get back to," he began. The wind picked up for a moment, and as he looked at her and her hair swirled angelically around her face, he lost his train of thought. "And um…uh….I- I didn't even bring a suitcase with me," he confessed. Karen frowned.

"What? Why not?"

"I…I kind of came here on the spur of the moment," Will admitted, feeling heat rising in his cheeks. He was reluctant to tell her about Chris.

"I see this is becoming a habit of yours, this up-and-leaving thing," Karen teased. "What made you do it this time?"

Will looked at her and scrunched up his face.

"A guy," he sheepishly admitted. Karen's pace slowed and her face became expressionless as this news hit her. Will stopped walking and waited for her to take the step needed to catch back up to him. He sensed her disappointment immediately. "It was nothing really…it was only one night, it was horrible. It wasn't nearly as good as…" he trailed off, realizing that in his enthusiasm to make her feel better about the situation, he had almost crossed the invisible line they had drawn under their affair of the previous year. Karen stopped walking.

"Almost as good as what, honey?" Karen asked him quietly, grabbing his arm and turning him to face her. Will's only responded by looking deep into her questioning eyes. After a couple of seconds, Karen released his arm and they began walking again, turning away from each other in awkward silence.

"Anyways I don't have any clothes here and Grace probably has laundry I need to do," he finished, trying to bring back the light-hearted mood of a minute ago.

"Well Nathan's there with her…and I could take you out shopping! Come on, Will, it would be so much fun!" Karen proposed, a smile lighting up her face as she childishly begged him to stay. She hooked her arm around his and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

Will considered for a second before sighing and looking down at her with a smile.

"Ok," he agreed. Karen jumped up and down, clapping her hands. "Just for a few more days, though." Karen nodded and reached up to kiss his cheek. His skin tingled where her lips had been.

"Thank you," she whispered, moving her lips from his cheek to his ear as he wrapped her in a quick hug.

"How's Stan going to feel about this?" Will asked as Karen pulled them down onto a park bench.

"You'd have to go to China to find out," Karen muttered, her face suddenly sullen.

"What? Stan's in China? I thought you guys were on vacation," Will questioned, shocked.

"We were," Karen agreed, nodding. "But one thing you should realize about Stanley Walker is that his personal life will always take a backseat to his business, including his wife."

"Karen…I'm sorry," Will consoled her, placing his hand over hers. She half-smiled at him.

"It's ok," she said, "it's nothing I'm not used to. Besides, now I have the time to spend with you." Her half-smile turned into a full smile and she squeezed his hand.

Suddenly, Will flinched and made a face.

"What?" Karen asked, retracting her hand. He laughed and grabbed it back from her.

"No, no…it's starting to rain," he explained. Karen looked around. Sure enough, all of the tourists that had been enjoying the Eiffel Tower had cleared away, and they were left almost alone as the grey sidewalk became speckled with raindrops. Will stood to leave and started to pull Karen up with him, but she didn't budge.

"Where are you going?" she asked him. He slowly sat back down beside her as the rain picked up ever so slightly.

"Don't you want to get out of the rain?"

"Not really," she told him, leaning closer to him. "It's kind of…romantic," she told him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Will remained frozen as she pulled away from him just a few inches, looking at him expectantly.

"Karen…" he began, but she held a finger to his lips to silence him.

"Will I know we're not supposed to do this…and I know we've spent the last year trying to move on with our lives, but we've been lying to ourselves," Karen told him, speaking quickly and quietly. "I think we deserve to experience this. You make me feel like no other man has ever made me felt, not even Stanley," she paused, searching his eyes. "I want to be with you, Will…and I always get what I want."

Not two seconds after speaking the words, Will attacked her lips with his own. He figured it was like this: they had two choices. One, go on with their lives, pretending they were just friends and retaining some sense of normalcy, or two, follow their hearts and create a blissful chaos in their spheres of existence. They had been trying out choice number one for a year, and neither of them was happy. So there was only one other option.

The rain was falling hard now, not pouring, but definitely more than sprinkling. Karen moved in closer to Will on the bench and held the back of his thigh as he stroked her hair, their lips never parting. Their gestures were sweet and romantic, never erotic, and they continued kissing like that, in the rain, for the rest of the morning.