carpe diem ⊶ joseph descamps

49 | what happens in paris

—
[forty-nine]
i just wanna live in this moment forever
—

"You whore," Martine gasped, gawking at Sadie as she couldn't stop the smirk on her lips. "You dirty, slutty whore!"

"Marty!" she cried, shoving her from the spot beside her on the floor.

It was the next morning, after a long night of surprises, emotions, and sleeping on the floor, Sadie could not have been happier to be back in her best friend's company. After waking up to the sun barely rising, she snuck back over to her room to find Martine already awake and having already cleaned the room of any evidence of her nightly activity. Sadie wanted to question her best friend on just who had come by, but was practically bulldozed by the blonde's interrogation as to how her time with Joseph had gone. So here they were, now: laying down in their makeshift fort for the last time of their trip, recounting their days spent away from each other. Well, more like Sadie was recounting yesterday as Martine wanted every single detail. And with the exception of Molly's secret she'd accidentally uncovered, every single detail was given, simultaneously willingly and unwillingly as Martine had to drag a few things out—but she got it either way. And contrary to her damning words, the blonde was extremely proud of Sadie judging by the wide grin on her face.

"You were on the tower—and in the garden—and on his bed," Martine squealed. "You were not only in his room, alone, but on his bed!"

Sadie bit her lip at the memory, while Martine went on.

"I just—I knew you had it in you! I mean, you're my best friend, of course you had it in you! But—Lord, Sadie, if I were a man."

Sadie snorted before wearily shoving the girl away from her. "Oh, shut up. You act like we actually did anything."

"But you almost did!"

Sadie giggled nervously. "You don't know that."

Martine shot a look at her that screamed how unimpressed she was. "He had you in his hands on that tower! And then in his room: he crawled to you—you were literally breathing his breath! I don't what the fuck he was trying to do if not kiss the life out of you."

Sadie flushed deeply at the memory. While she had been there to experience it, it didn't truly hit her just how close he had been to her; with his right hand lost in her hair, the other clutching onto the bed frame behind her while he leaned in enough for her to have a phantom taste of him.

She could feel her blood rush to her cheeks and tried her best not to squeal to maintain the small sliver of dignity she had left in front of her best friend.

"What are you gonna do if he tries to kiss you again?" Martine asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean: are you gonna let him?"