The Amsterdam-Paris trip is super fast. The hardest thing for me is to have brought a small bag. It was impossible to put all my things in it, but I will buy some clothes here, anyway. I cannot come to Paris and not shop. Even if I have to get a separate bag to the cargo hold.
We finally arrive at the house Martina picked and I'm surprise because it really is magnifique, clean and modern, with a functional open space of kitchen, dining room and living room. It's at the center of Paris, just up the street from a few bars and clubs. This way we can all go out at night on foot and during the day we'll use the subway or the train to reach everywhere else.
"Wow Martina, good job. This place is something else!" says Marcus.
"Thanks!" she says with a smile and takes a bow.
"How are we splitting up the rooms?" asks Becky.
"Well, Dylan and I will take one of the king-sized beds, Hardin and Marcus can take the singles, and the other two beds will be for the girls. One room for Becky, and one for Kelly. Is that okay?"
"Sounds good to me," I say joyfully, realizing I have a room with a king-size bed all to myself.
"Okay, then I'm taking my things to my room," says Becky, holding her bag and leaving the room.
"Are we heading out somewhere? I'm starving," says Hardin.
"Glad you ask. I know a great place where we can try crepes!" says Martina.
"Okay, let's hurry this up." Hardin grabs his bag and leaves the room as well.
We all left the room, and Martina follows me to my bedroom. Apparently she wants to talk.
"Are you okay, Kelly?" she says, looking sorry for me.
"Martina, please don't start asking questions. I'm fine," I say as I hold my bag and start opening it.
"Are you sure? I haven't seen you, and if I hadn't called to tell you Peter wasn't coming, I'd probably never see you again."
"That's not true. I'd obviously come and say goodbye to you." I place my bag down and look at her, not in the mood for this.
"Okay, if you say so. I want to believe that you would."
She looks slightly offended and I approach and give her a hug. Her scent of roses invades my nostrils.
"C'mon, don't be silly. You need to understand that I want to avoid seeing him. In fact, I'm glad he didn't come. This way I can spend more time with you," I say.
"We'll have a ton of fun here! And we still have Christmas to spend together!" Martina takes a step back, looking excited.
"Yeah, we still have plenty of time together." I smile.
"Well, I'll put my things away so we can head out to lunch."
Martina's about to leave, but I can't resist asking her a question, "Has Peter gone to the US already?"
She turns around and that look she had comes back. I start removing the clothes from my bag and folding them to appear as disinterested as possible, regardless of the question.
"No, not yet. He's going in January, after NYE."
"Oh, okay..." I keep folding my things, but since Martina's standing there looking sorry for me, I add, "Thanks, that was all." And she finally leaves.
After all of us put our things away in our own rooms, we go out for lunch at the restaurant Martina suggested, and after lunch we also go to Montmarte. We take a few pictures, and I buy a red Parisian style beret.
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Good at Games, Bad at Love (18+)
Romance"Can I give you a hug?" Is it possible to want and not want something at the same time? "Please?" he insists and I nod. He approaches me and my breathing becomes irregular, our bodies are too close. He doesn't hug me. Instead, his hands touch mine...
