The warm tickle of the morning sun made the both of you keen on leaving Charles' house upon waking. It's not that common to have such beautiful weather in Bordeaux nearing the colder months of the year. Packing up with a soft blanket, some snacks and drinks you head to the park nearby to get some fresh air while doing absolutely nothing.
Laying on the blanket in the still green grass you close your eyes enjoying this peaceful moment, one hand holding Charles's as he is reading a book you recommended to him. You're pretty sure people are recognizing him, probably taking pictures of the two of you from the distance, but you couldn't care less. You appreciate that they don't come up to you, leaving some much needed privacy. Now you have the chance and time to admire his beauty as the Sun hits just right on his cheekbones, making his skin shine like gold
It seems like you fall asleep sometime for a while because the next time you open your eyes you are curled up, head resting on Charles's lap and you don't even know how you got into this position.
"Hey, did I wake you up?" Charles murmurs smiling down at you but you just shake your head no. "You look so cute when you are sleeping."
"Yeah, I can imagine," you huff pushing yourself up into a sitting position, the image of you dozed out with your mouth open popping into your mind.
"You really do," he insists and leaning closer he kisses your cheek softly. "I want coffee."
"Alright, let's pack up and find a cafe."
Charles throws the backpack over his shoulders once everything is packed and holds out a hand for you, but instead of taking it you go for his arm, linking yours with his while you lay out your other hand on his bicep.
Walking down the street you become highly aware of how thick his arm feels under your touch. As you give it a gentle squeeze he even flexes it, probably involuntatily, and you exhale sharply at how strong he really is.
"What?" He asks noticing the small change in you.
Leaning closer you just simply kiss his shoulder shaking your head at him. His scent fills your nose and you think about how weird but somehow suitable to his personality it is to smell like cinnamon. Something you thought about even back on your first date with him. It's not like you were a creep who started sniffing around him, but it just hit you right away, kind of.
Walking into a nice looking cafe he orders too lattes but before he could pay your eyes wander to the baked treats on the counter and you quickly add:
"And a cinnamon roll, please!"
The barista nods and you grin to yourself, earning a puzzled look from Charles.
"Why so smiley?" Wrapping an arm around you he pulls you against his chest and you just shyly shrug your shoulders.
"Nothing. I just love cinnamon," you innocently say, obviously not talking about cinnamon actually, but him. But that's gonna be your secret.
