Imagine you and Richard having a French dinner at a roadside shop in a Parisian boulevard.
The two of you were sitting outside in the moonlit city, sharing a bottle of red wine whilst admiring the view of the Tour d'Eiffel and each other's company.
Time flew when you were with him. After a few hours of laughing whenever Richard tried to imitate the French accent, sharing views on the new series of the Grand Tour and talking passionately about your common interests, the two of you strolled along to the hotel.
He walked you upstairs to your room and you thanked him for the refreshing night you spent in each other's company. But as you searched for your room key, opened the door and turned around to bid him a goodnight - Richard's lips crashed onto yours. He held your face in his hands and in a few moments, let go unwillingly.
"Too soon?" he asked with a hesitant smirk, running a hand through his perfectly messy chestnut hair.
"Not really," you smiled as you enveloped him in a hug and whispered in his ear, "On the contrary, I was quite hoping for that." You planted a petite kiss on his cheek, which left an imprint of your scarlet lipstick. He blushed slightly, and entwined his hands with yours.
"We should do this more often," you beamed as you pressed his rough hands with joy.
"Really? I thought we should go down to the track at Châtelet," Richard suggested with a dangerous glimmer in his deep, chocolate eyes, "or the gun range around Gare du Nord?"
"Even better!"
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Thanks to @MartiinaMJ for voting! It genuinely means so much to me that people spend their time reading this as much as I write it, so thanks. :)
Also a hearty thank you to @Sparkes for the awesome new cover! :D
xx M
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