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Chapter Twenty-Nine: What Happens In Paris Stays In Paris

Inside was a huge living room with plush chairs and a love seat. There was a desk on one side and a small kitchenette to the left of the door. As we walked further into the room I noticed there were two doors, one on either side of the main room. Bedrooms I assume.

But the best part about this room was not the bedrooms or the furniture, it was the view. The entire outer wall was lined with floor-to-ceiling windows, letting in a sight I will never be able to forget. The Eiffel Tower stood large and strong right outside our balcony. It was gorgeous even from here.

"This good enough for you two?" Mark asked, setting our backpacks on the floor. I laughed and grinned at him.

"Perfect." Amy sighed.

"Alright, here's the deal; the room on the left is yours to share, sorry, I could only get a room with two beds, but it's a king so I think you'll survive. The room on the right is mine and there should be a bathroom branching off from either bedroom. How about we shower and then go grab some grub and do a little sightseeing?"

"Sounds good to me," I responded maneuvering my way over to the bedroom door. Amy opened it and we walked inside. There was a huge bed with satin sheets and our suitcases were perched on top of a bench at the end of the bed. I limped over and pulled out some clothes and the plastic bags to cover my cast. There were two other doors on the other side of the room. I chose one and opened it up. It was a gigantic walk in closet filled with pillows, blankets, and towels. I grabbed two towels and opened the other door.

It was a huge marble bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub, and double-headed shower. I hobbled into the shower and cleaned off that nasty plane feeling. Amy got in the shower after me and I decided to let my hair air-dry.

I hobbled out into the main room and took a look around. There were glass double doors leading out onto a terrace, so I opened them and stepped out onto it. The view was astounding, It was a little chilly, so I shuffled my way back inside.

There were pictures and paintings covering the walls, but one in particular caught my eye. It was a framed photo of two girls holding hands looking out over Paris with the Eiffel Tower peeking out over their heads. It reminded me of Amy and I.

I reached up and pulled it off of the wall, leaning one of my crutches against the wall in its place. I smiled at it, and went to go put it back, when I noticed something. There was a small hole in the wall where the frame used to be. I wiped some dust away and peered through it.

The hole lead right through to Mark's room. The thought crossed my mind that I shouldn't spy on him, but for some reason, I pushed it aside.

He was wearing kaki cargo shorts and no shirt. He was facing his bed, away from me, digging around in his suit case. He grabbed a shirt and turned around, pulling it over his head. But as it slid over his muscular arms I noticed something. A word was tattooed, playing piggyback on his right peck, but I couldn't make out what it said because he pulled the shirt over his head, covering the writing. His toned chest disappeared behind the material, and he shook his wet hair out, pushing it out of his eyes.

Then he started walking towards me.

"Shit" I whispered, rushing to put the frame back on the wall. He walked out, and I pretended to be inspecting the photograph again.

"Looks like Amy and you." He said, stepping out of his room and looking at the photo himself, curious as to why I'm hovering near the door.

"My thought exactly." I replied, grabbing the other crutch off the wall and following him into the center of the room. Mark ran his hand through his wet hair and sat down on the love seat.