Could it really be that easy, falling in love?Seat 34D, right across the aisle.Definitely sexy, seemingly rich, classically handsome, and that was just on the surface.Matthew Donovan warned himself not to get ahead of himself, to not be...well, himself. At age thirty-six, he had a tendency to over think, or more appropriately, over-love. Pre-love, if such a notion was possible. It was a quality that had served him well in the non-profit sector, his ability to effuse over topics that others might have thought mundane. His enthusiasm spilled over to others, oftentimes bringing with them checks for large amounts to whatever charity Matt was peddling. After all, either in business or in life, you think with your brain and you love with your heart, and for a pie-in-the-sky dreamer like Matt, he always thought love was right around the corner. Or in this case, right across the aisle.They had already met, at the bar while waiting for their flights to be called. Matt nursing a Grey Goose martini (his favorite), while the man in the finely tailored blazer sipped a refreshing white wine. He was tan, his fingers long and empty-meaning, no wedding band and no pale strip of skin where one should have been. Which could mean he''s either single or one of those perennial cheaters who knows his way around an airport lounge-or maybe, just maybe, he was gay. Easily forty, his dark hair going to gray at the temples, he had crinkles at his eyes that Matt found oddly sexy."Where are you flying to?" the man had asked upon noticing Matt.Matt of course had already scoped him out, sitting just two bar stools away. Terminal 8 at JFK was busy at eight o''clock at night, international flights scheduled throughout the evening hours for arrival in Europe the next morning. Matt''s flight was at ten minutes after ten, and he''d left plenty of time to get through the increasingly difficult security checkpoint. Which now allowed him the chance to relax with a cool drink. The handsome man to his right had settled in moments after he had."Paris," Matt announced.The man nodded. "Coincidence. Me, too. Flight 28?""Yeah, I think that''s it."Setting down his white wine, he extended his hand over the bar. "Name''s Colton.""Matt.""Business or pleasure?"What was Matt supposed to say? Not sure, it''s complicated...see, I''m planning to fall in love, what category does that fall under? Truth be told, with the sky blue hue of this guy''s eyes gazing right at him, Matt kind of thought it was already happening. "See a friend I haven''t seen in a while.""Great time of year to see Paris. You been before?""Long time ago. High school exchange program.""Can''t be that long ago. What are you, twenty-eight, twenty-nine?"Smooth talker, this one. "Thirty-six.""You look great for your age.""Oh, uh, thanks.""Girlfriend?""Uh, no.""Boyfriend?""Uh...""Sorry, too personal?""No, I don''t care. I don''t hide. I''m proud...it''s just, no, no boyfriend at the moment.""Shame," Colton said ambiguously.What was a shame?"What kind of business are you in?""Non-profit. Especially now.""How''s that?""I''m a fund-raiser and a grant-writer by trade, but cutbacks at the agency I worked for left me suddenly trying to raise my own funds. Using my long-held savings for this trip. Once I get back, time to ramp up the job search.""Sorry. Tough world out there right now.""How about you?"Just then the man''s cell phone went off and he held up a hand, indicating he had to take the call. And that was the end of that conversation, the man busied himself with his call for the next fifteen minutes, speaking quietly into the mouthpiece but gesturing strongly with his free hand. Matt had the impression that this man, whatever his business, usually got what he wanted. Ordering another martini, Matt satisfied himself by people watching, the bustling throngs of society passing him by, suitcases trailing after them like needy, unwieldy children. Everyone racing somewhere, few taking the time to actually enjoy the precious few pleasures of travel. Of course, not everyone was fortunate enough to be headed to Paris for a summer-long excursion of love, romance, and self-discovery. Such was Matt''s life at the moment, and he sighed contentedly over the adventure that awaited him a continent away.As he sipped mindlessly on his drink, he felt a gentle pat on his back."So, Matt, see you on board.""Sure, Colton."The man smiled at him, his hand lingering just a bit too long on his back. He rubbed it before removing the warm touch, before he himself took off into the anonymity of the bustling terminal. Matt stared after him, sneaking a peek at a nice, tight ass, wondering if Colton might give him a glance back. But no, a man who exuded such confidence didn''t need a second look. He''d already made his impression, made up him mind. God, Matt wondered, was that a come on, or was the handsome Colton just an overly friendly guy? And what had Matt really learned about the man during their short dialogue? As far as Matt could remember, he''d answered most of Colton''s questions without getting off many of his own.Matt held onto his fantasy throughout the arduous boarding process, waving across the aisle to Colton as they each settled into their seats and feeling ridiculous when he realized what a nerdy move that was. Colton had the aisle on one side, Matt one the other. Empty seats next to them, three additional seats in the middle section taken by parents with their young child. Still, a second coincidence like this-not only on the same flight but also with seats nearby-maybe there was something in the stars directing them toward each other?This is stupid. What, you think once we''re airborne, Colton will excuse himself to go to the loo, giving Matt the fast come-on, join me, let''s spread our wings while we fly. Matt wasn''t accustomed to traveling overseas. Is this how people passed the time, by screwing each other in those tiny bathrooms? Mile high club, indeed, and not something Matt saw himself ever joining. He didn''t have the guts to go through with it. Sex was fine, nothing wrong with that. But even if he was given the opportunity to suck on Colton''s cock, wasn''t that getting off on the wrong...er, appendage? En route to the most romantic city in the world, how did a quick, dirty blow job enhance his trip?Matt stole a look over at a focused Colton, who was busy placing earbuds into his ears, toggling now with his black-tinted iPod. Zoning out for the long flight, something Matt too should be considering. He fumbled in his carry-on for his new Kindle, looking over his book selections and thinking-given that his current state was horny, one of Ryan Field''s cleverly titled erotic novels wasn''t the right choice. He tossed the Kindle into the pocket in front of him, stole one more look at Colton''s enticing profile, and then closed his eyes.To think, a mere eight hours from now, he''d be landing in Paris.The entire trip had come about so quickly, so unexpectedly.His friend Jake Westbury had started all this crazy talk about finding true love, starting with his dreams of spending a summer in Europe. He, their mutual friend Freddie Markson, and Jake were pals for over ten years, and in that time none had really been in what could be called a serious relationship. Matt had come the closest, living with a guy for a year before it blew up in his face. The three friends tended to hang out together, and as such, men tended to stay clear of them at the bars. One of them alone, an easy pick-up. Two of them drinking together, might be a date, boyfriends. The three of them? An intimidating pack, not one to infiltrate. Which would explain why they were all still single. With Jake headed to find true love in London and Freddie impulsively choosing R