The couple drank a glass of champagne each after their shower together, wearing only a bathrobe without anything underneath. They were both on the round bed, sitting and leaning on the pillows that were propped against the headboard.
The rose petals were already in a mess on the bed from their earlier lovemaking, and they both noticed the bloodstain in the sheet. But it did not matter.
Desmond took her hand and kissed the back of it. They both looked to their right, at the prominence of the Eiffel Tower.
“I’ll take you there tomorrow,” he promised.
Her eyes shone with happiness. It was not really one of her dreams, but to be able to go on top of it would be really nice.
He placed his empty glass on the bedside table, as well as hers. She rested her head on his chest as she snuggled cl
