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floor plan. Except for the bathroom I noticed immediately as I looked to my
right. I had a love of extravagant bathrooms, mainly because I loved a nice
bubble bath.
    Axel came up behind me and wrapped his arms just under my
busts. He pulled me into him before he planted a kiss on my shoulder. I smiled
at his touch, and felt the hairs on my arms stand up. My heart began to thrum
in my chest faster as the moments flew by.
    “You’re so irresistible. I can’t take my eyes off of you,”
he said as his nose drew a line from my shoulder my neck. I felt his lips
against my temple before he turned me around.
    “Axel,” I started before his fingers were against my lips.
    He leaned in to kiss me, but before our lips met, there was
a knock on the door. He didn’t move at first. I could see the hunger in his
eyes; I felt it, as I was pressed up against him. The door knocked again as his
hands gripped at the flesh of my breasts.
    “Axel, go get the door,” I said between hot kisses.
    “They’ll come back,” he said as he began to undress me by
pulling off my shirt.
    “Monsieur Axel?” I heard an older voice call through the
doors.
    Axel growled in aggravation when he realized that he should
get the door. Prying himself from my touch, he walked off in the direction of
the door. I recovered my shirt before putting it on and sitting on the bed. I
couldn’t see who Axel was talking to; his broad shoulders blocked my view.
    After a few words, Axel turned to tell me he’d be right back
and left the room with the older woman. I didn’t realize how comfortable the
bed was until now. The sheets were laid so perfectly I didn’t want to rearrange
them. However; the room was a little chilly. I decided to compromise and only untuck
the sheets from the left side.
    I got comfortable, and felt myself begin to relax, but not
enough to get sleepy. I wanted to be awake when he came back. So I decided to
read a French magazine that was lying on the nightstand. Of course, none of it
made sense to me except the occasional “bonjour” and “wi”, but it was still
something to keep my eyes occupied.
    I flipped to another page in the magazine. It was a
beautiful scene painted with pink petals, big trees, and a sun-soaked field of
grass. I imagined myself amongst the foliage, running through it, stopping to
smell the flowers, and soaking up the rich warm rays of sun. I could almost
feel the rough bark of the tree and the scent of the flowers were so strong I
could almost taste their sweetness.
    I felt so warm and so happy, as I lived in that picture that
I didn’t want to imagine anything else at that moment. I felt so at peace and
so happy. That’s when I heard my name.
    “Jaida? Did you want to see the Eifel Tower?”
    I didn’t realize that I had fallen asleep until I woke up.
When I opened my eyes, I noticed that the light was gone from outside, and the
soft glow of the lamps in the hotel room illuminated my surroundings. Sitting up
and looking to my left where Axel kneeled on the bed beside me, I reached my
hand up to brush the hair out of my face.
    “How long was I sleeping?” I asked.
    “About three hours now. I didn’t want to wake you up because
I knew you were tired. Though I do want you to see the Eiffel tower at night
before we leave in two days,” he said with a smile.
    “I’m sorry, we were supposed to get macaroons,” I said
placing my hand against his arm.
    He only chuckled before he picked up a pink ribbon box that
was resting behind him. He gave the box a little shake before placing it in my
lap. I turned my head away from him, smiling as I looked down at the package I
started unfastening. When the ribbon was unfastened, I opened the box and saw
an assortment of what looked like tiny hamburgers.
    “These are macaroons?” I asked looking back over at him.
    “Yes, try one, they’re delicious.”
    “Which one should I try first?” I asked on account of they
all looked so yummy.
    “If you like hazelnut,