Heading back to the bedroom

Then your girl kissed you too, both because she wanted to make clear she loves you so you didn't have anything to be jealous, and because her sexual desire was growing fast.

You left the crêperie, and headed back to the hotel. Now it was darker outside, but between the street lamps everywhere and the cars you had no problem seeing.

Not so far by the bridge you went before, you crossed an ambulant, probably coming from some North African French ex-colony judging from his dark but not exactly black skin, outside of a restaurant selling roses to the couples coming in: you stopped by and bought all of them.

This guy almost fell on his knees as much he thanked you in a very heavily accented French, so you didn't understand a word. Not that you were worthy of his praises, since you didn't do it out of charity for him at all, but just because the woman you love adores flowers, and there weren't many in our hotel room, the only complaint she had about your luxury suite.

Adriana's full of love expression, when you literally filled her arms with roses, was the only thing you cared about, but just to be a gentleman you took three and gave them to Josephine too.

It earned me a cheek kiss from her, unexpected but not unwelcomed.