Sugar Sweet

Chapter 8

I speak English and Spanish, NOT FRENCH, and I used a translator for the French parts. Please don't kill me if anything is inaccurate :o

Levi

"Levi, get up! We have to go around the city today, let's not waste any time!" Eren's loud voice echoes throughout the hotel room, and I blink my eyes open slowly as a groan escapes my lips from the bright sunlight attacking my eyes. I feel a large mass on my lower body, and I look up to find Eren straddling me, caging me in with his arms practically vibrating in excitement.

His hair falls down into his face a little, a golden hue to his entire body as the morning sunlight casts a light aura around him. His cheeks are slightly flushed in what I can assume is anticipation, and his eyes sparkle with pure elation.

A thought that he looks absolutely gorgeous flashes through my mind, and I don't push it aside or disregard it like I normally would. Because, he really does look stunning, and for once I'm going to fully allow myself to indulge in his presence. The familiar warmth I get when I'm around him spreads through my chest, and this time I know for sure what the meaning is; I like Eren romantically. The realization doesn't scare me like I thought it would when I first started exploring my feelings for him, instead an entirely different emotion courses through me.

An intense desire to expand our relationship into something further, and a yearning to really make him mine.

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"Holy shit Levi, it's the Louvre!" Eren exclaims loudly as he points ahead of us at the humongous glass pyramid that sits in the middle of the large courtyard. His head moves around rapidly as he takes everything in, and I find myself smiling softly at his cute excited behavior, tightening my grip on his hand slightly.

We make our way into the actual museum after a few more minutes of walking through the courtyard, entering the crisp white building and falling in step with the other visitors walking around the large entrance room. Immediately Eren gasps loudly and starts marveling at the artwork scattered throughout, and I chuckle at his excitement over the lobby when we haven't even made it to the main floors filled with exhibits yet.

"Pardon? Monsieur Ackerman?" A feminine voice comes from behind us, and we turn around to be greeted by a short woman with blonde hair and all white clothing, a sweet smile present on her face that makes her look a lot younger than she probably is.

(Excuse me? Mr. Ackerman?")

I glance at Eren quickly to find him looking at her with curiosity, probably over the fact that he doesn't know French, and look back to the woman before responding.

"Puis-je vous aider?"

(Can I help you?")

She smiles a little brighter before reaching a dainty hand out to me that I take, giving it a quick shake before releasing my hand. "Je m'appelle Historia Reiss, je suis l'un des conservateurs de musée ici. Je suis ici pour vous accueillir officiellment au Louvre, quelqu'un d'aussi célèbre que vous mérite un bon accueil."

(My name is Historia Reiss, I am one of the museum curators here. I am here to formally greet you to the Louvre, someone as famous as you deserves a proper welcome.")

I feel Eren shift uncomfortably beside me, and I decide to wrap this up because he clearly feels out of place not being able to understand the conversation.

"Merci beaucoup." I respond curtly, already beginning to lead Eren away. I seriously hate being recognized in public and then getting special treatment, no one else gets a special greeting when they come to visit, so why the fuck can't I be left alone? This is a prime example of something that reinforces my occasional disdain for being well known.