Love you, Paris

Skobeloff

There he lays.
Heated.
Blushing.
Breathless.
Horny.
Confused.
Happy.
Disappointed.
Passionated.
Shot down.
Frozen.

He looks around and sees the clock. It's after midnight already. He should go home. But his eyes fall down every time he opens them.
What a day. Exhausting and beautiful at the same time.
He remembers her pretty view, her gentle and tender touches, her raspy voice and her delicate seductive scent.
That woman drives him crazy. Armin nearly regrets that he couldn't let himself go.

Is it because he's 'different'? Her words...did she say that because he didn't sleep with her even though she showed how much she wants it? Well any other people probably would have just used that moment and had their fun with such a teasing woman like her... But of course not Armin Arlert, the goody goody. Sometimes it's depressing being respectful...not that he hates it.
Wait. Does that mean she has already done that with plenty of men? What if she...does that pretty often? That police man before looked like he knew something when he said that strange line...
Maybe Armin is not her only prisoner.
That thought made Armins stomach turn around. He doesn't want to be one of many. He wants to be her only victim, her only man she adores and wants to sleep with.
He chews his lips.
But wait. She said she can't trust anyone. Except for Armin probably. Otherwise she wouldn't have made him to her personal house worker.
Seems like he's still something special to her.
The different one.
Seems like being a good man has benefits towards woman...hopefully she doesn't use it for her goods.
What if just needs him for work? And have fun with someone else...
There we go again.

As Armins thoughts walk circles and don't become smarter he becomes pretty tired that he lays down and closes his eyes.
Suddenly...darkness surrounds him.
But after a while bright withe light wakes Armin up.

He opens his eyes.

A white and bright room surrounds him.
What time is it? What day? Wait, where is he?
A wave of memories hits him suddenly.
Right, he was at Annie's. He probably fell asleep after they... Oh...she...wasn't that a dream? Did that really happen?

He stands up and rubs his head, walks his way out of the bedroom to find Annie but he can't. She's gone. She has left him alone. Probably because of work...

As Armin looks at the clock he widens his eyes. Damn, he's late for collage. He should leave.

Armin takes his things, leaves Annie a little note that he's looking forward to their meeting and leaves the house.

As he nearly runs his way to the next bus station he remembers last night. He still can't believe what happened. Was that even real? Again that question. He seems to loose his sense for reality...

Yes! He could catch up on the station before the bus is gone.
Sitting down on the seat with a hard sigh his thought keep walking around in circles back to that moment which has shot his last pieces of innocence.
That body.
That view.
That smell.
That kiss...
Beating. His heart beating. Getting heavy by thinking about how long he has to wait until he sees her again. A whole week. Maybe that's good. What if he can't hold back next time? Will she be disappointed and ban him from visiting her? Or is it exactly what she wants?
He strokes back his hair as he throws a view out the window. He's there.
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"So? No one knows the answer for this easy question? Come on, how can you identify if someone has a personality disorder?", the professor asks and looks pretty strictly around the room, gazing all students, especially Armin who his completely different today. Instead of being the first one raising his hand immediately he looks down into his papers and scratches something.
A woman, prettd curved and naked.
Carly who is sitting right next to him puts a book over his sketch and looks very confused at him who looks with innocent eyes at her.
"Armin are you crazy? You can't...do that in class. They will kick you out, pervert" she whispers to him. "S-Sorry... I...that's not the reason I did that", Armin defends himself. But too late. The professor calls Armins name, frightening him.
"Arlert, in my classes you shall talk to all students in this room. What's a personality disorder?".
"It's... When a person shows different personalities towards different people".
"Yes, somehow. There are different types of personality disorders. Someone name one", the teacher says and looks around the class.
"Borderline, Sir. People with this problem usually have hard mood swings and they can feel very ashamed of it, means they tend to hate themselves for that and even can harm their body since they usually don't realise pain as harmful during their disorder attack ", says a student on the back and makes everyone quiet. The teacher nods and keeps talking about that topic, but Armin doesn't really listen to it anymore.
All he thinks about is HER.

Back in Carlys flat Armin studies for the upcoming courses. But there's a person who distracts his peaceful aura.
Carly.
Who is staring at him all day long since he came back a few days ago.
Armin sighs and puts down his book.
"Carly, I feel that gaze of yours for a while now...can't you just finally tell me why?", Armin says and crosses his arms after putting the book away.
Carly puts the book away and sighs.
"Armin...sorry but I am still waiting for an explanation where you have been a few days ago. You didn't even tell me. I thought we're friends... I was really worried about you, you know...", she claims, crosses her arms in an upset way and turns away. Armin watches her, starts smiling and sits next to her then."Hey...I am so sorry for that. I should have let you know. There was just an incident so I totally forgot about letting you know. That won't happen anymore", Armin promises and takes gently her hand while smiling to her. She watches him and starts smiling too, hugs him firmly and grins.
"Apology accepted".
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