I Left My Heart In Paris

Chapter 22

The avenues of Paris were congested with automobiles in the dead of the night that caused a huge rush hour near the Arc de Triomphe. The twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower acted as a spotlight of the city and inspired the town to be beyond enchanting in all its splendour. Camille was in her tiny apartment curling up under the sheets with a book in her hands, accompanied by her pet kitten, Belle, who was snoozing beside her small bed.

She absentmindedly sipped on her cup of warm milk and flipped through the pages of her book, satisfied with the ardent notion. Camille viewed the timing on the wall and sighed softly. "What should I do, Belle? I'm bored to death, and I've got nothing else to do." she voiced out, glancing at her cat with melancholy in her eyes. Belle came to her side and brushed her head against her sleeve tactfully, telling her everything will be alright. She giggled and stroked her head tenderly.

"I know! Perhaps, I should text Pierre to see if he's still awake." She said to herself, beginning to wonder what the man's doing at the moment. Lifting her phone up from her bedside table, she commenced to write him a message. "Salut Pierre, est-ce que je te dérange de dormir. Pardon, je ne pouvais pas dormir. J'ai besoin d'un quelqu'un pour parler. Quand même, j'attends ta réponse." She placed her phone on the bedside table and lay her head on her pillow resting her eyes. As she was about to enter paradise, her cell phone beep signalling a text message was sent to her. She sat up from her bed and picked up the phone verifying her notifications drowsily.

She rubbed her dopey eyes and began paying attention reading the text enthusiastically. “Salut Camille, non ça va je ne peux pas dormir aussi. Tu fais quoi ma chérie?” he replied with a sleepy emoji. Camille was at a loss for words when she read the message all over again completely astonished with Pierre’s response. She could feel her cheeks flushed with awkwardness. She gradually touched her cheeks and she felt the warmth on her left cheek. She bit her lip and tried not to squeal. Instead of squealing she buried her face on the pillow and screamed with excitement. A few moments later, when her gratification subsided, she picked up her phone, and dialled Pierre’s number. He gladly picked up at the third ring. “Allo?” his sleepy voice boomed on the speaker phone.

“Allo Pierre, tu as des preuves importantes à faire ce soir?” she questioned, casually flipping through the pages of the book she’s currently reading. “Pas du tout. Qu’est ce que tu nous recommandes à faire? La nuit est quand même jeune. Tu veux venir chez moi. On peut parler toute la nuit si tu veux.” he offered as she could feel him smiling through the phone. “Bien sûr, pourquoi pas? J’arrive dans cinq minutes.” she grinned as she got up from her bed and dressed into something comfortable. She went to her closet and pulled out a nightgown.

She put it on and went towards the door. Camille shut the door behind her and went to Pierre's apartment door next to the lift. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A few moments later, Pierre answered the door and gave her a tired smile. "Salut Camille. Pourquoi tu es quand même levé?" He yawned, rubbing his tired eyes to stay awake.

"Je ne peux pas dormir. Pardon. Est ce que je te dérange?" she asked, as she laughed nervously scratching the back of her neck awkwardly. "Bien sûr que non. S'il te plaît, entre. Fais comme chez toi." he grinned letting her into his cosy home. "Merci. Tu es tellement gentil." she smiled as she walked into the apartment with glee.

Camille walked into the small apartment and fixed her gaze on the piano she sauntered into the room and set her hand on the large instrument. “Quel beau piano. C’est le mien?” she interrogated him. “Oui, c’est le mien. Tu joues du piano?" he asked, walking into the little area of the room heavily.

“Je peux jouer un peu du piano. Je peux?” she demanded in an angelic voice. “Vas-y,” he smiled, allowing her to play his piano. “Merci.” she responded, setting her fingers on the keys confidently. Camille began playing the keys and serenading a tune. Pierre sat on the couch glancing at her and smiled, reflecting how beautiful she looked in the light. He sauntered to her and sat next to her watching her attentively and spontaneously joined in.

Camille looked at her and beamed, continuing playing with her. Pierre began singing to the melody. "Puis-je avoir cette danse mademoiselle?" He offered, offering her his hand to take. "Bien sûr, monsieur." she took his hand and began to waltz in the room. “Je ne peux pas danser.” she admitted bashfully.

Pierre stared into her green eyes and simply grinned. “Ca va. Je comprends. Je peux t'enseigner.” he said, taking her hand in his and instructed her to dance. Camille placed her feet on his and he began to move in slow motion moving to the rhythm. "Tu danses bien." she beamed scrutinising up at him and positioning her head on his chest. As they were dancing the night away, the moonlight illuminated her perfectly glass skin creating a heavenly glow. “T’es belle.” Pierre breathed cupping his hand on her cheek delicately. Camille gazed at him and looked in his irresistible blue eyes. Without further delay, they both leaned in steadily sharing a passionate kiss.

Pierre deepened the kiss and licked Camille’s lips asking for access. He gripped onto her shirt and halfway undressed her. She noticed his actions and immediately pulled away. “I-I’m sorry I d-didn’t mean to. I just think that we’re moving too fast.” Camille explained looking at him, moving backwards to the door. “Camille, are you okay?” Pierre questioned walking towards her. “I’m fine. Thanks for letting me stay in.” she smiled leaving his apartment without another word.

She rushed to her apartment next door and raced to her apartment door. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. Camille raced to her bed and shed tears. Belle and her kitten accompany her by her side. “Oh Belle, I’m not ready to have intercourse with a man. His face is inches away from me and I’m barely scared that he’ll hurt me.” she explained to her cat, stroking its head. The cat purred and licked her finger.

Pierre stood in the living room perplexed thinking about what happened between him and Camille. “That’s weird, what happened to her?” he thought as he sighed sitting on the couch glancing at the ceiling. He stood up straight and picked up his phone from the coffee table dialling Gabriel’s number wondering if he’s awake at this late hour. Thankfully, he answered his call. “Allo?” he answered with a raspy voice. “Gabriel, tu te réveille?” he asked, looking concerned. “Qu’est ce qu’il passe Pierre?” he questioned, “C’est Camille.” he said through the phone. “D’accord Camille, et qu’est ce qui ne vas pas?” Gabriel asked in the line worried.

“Elle arrive chez moi et passe le temps avec moi et on danse ensemble dans le salon et puis nous  sommes d’environ faire la bise et puis…” Gabriel cuts him off. “Tu fais quoi?” he exclaimed through the line, shocked. On va presque faire l’amour et elle n'est pas confortable.” he explained to him bitterly.

“Mon cher ami Pierre. Les femmes sont comme ça. Elles veulent des choses romantiques. Si Camille c'est comme ça, elle te veut d'être romantique. Est-ce que tu es romantique Pierre?" Gabriel asked, through the line pondering. "Oui, je suis romantique. C'est Camille. Elle n'est pas romantique. Je veux sentir son corps." He said teary eyed.

Camille stared at the ceiling trying to go to sleep. She silently thought of her encounter with Pierre. The incident was quite bizarre for her. The fact that she almost had a make-out session with Pierre made her mind blown away. She bit her lip and forgot the feeling about what just happened. She snuggled in her small bed and shut her eyes dozing off.