Sunlight

It was as cliché as she could have imagined, lying in bed with the Parisian sunlight falling on her. On him too, this time she would not ask what his name was because she really did not want to know.

He was a bad sleeper so he was not holding her, and the sheets covered his body in a disarray. He did look sexy, and she had had a good time with him,

But Mathilde was ready to go.

Running down the stairs, ascertaining that she had her phone, purse and looked nothing like she had had a long night she left. 

A cafe a few blocks away looked like a good option for coffee, and she sat down with her cup and the extra chocolates she had not asked for. But the man who had placed them on her saucer just under the dolie smiled at her with each one, like it was an invitation.

Breakfast—those tiny chocolates and coffee were breakfast before she decided what she and Paris were going to do together.

“You could have at least gone to a cafe across town so you would have no chance of seeing me,” Mathilde cringed when she heard the statement from the man she had just left. The timbre of his voice rolled under her skin.

She looked up at him and smiled. He pulled a chair next to her.

“Why do I get the feeling that you are a grand escape artist?” he mused aloud.

“Like Houdini.”

“You tried to leave before anything even happened between us.”

“But you made me stay for a bit.”

Mathilde felt her traitorous body respond to his proximity. Daytime brought about his fresh cologne, and another crisp suit. The man behind the counter looked at her like she really was a traitor, as she placed a square of chocolate on her mouth.

“I did.”

“Don’t you have a conference to go to?”

“It is Saturday, so no. Nice to be on vacation and lose track of time like that!” he laughed.

Mathilde nodded as her mouth was flooded with decadent chocolate.

His kiss tasted like chocolate. Back in his bed, Mathilde looked up at him as he moved on top of her. He was not inside of her, but pinned her down with his naked body and she liked the feeling of it. She was wet from when she sat at the cafe with him, and the hunger between her legs meant she had had to touch herself quickly when she went to the bathroom to curb some of the ache.

She wanted him inside of her now, but he was intent on being slow and lazy about it. And being that she did not have anything to do that day, it was kind of nice to be lost.

For a little while.

 

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