She groaned at the dimly lit bar, her black dress saved for a day unlike this. Then again, it wouldn't go to waste. "Hey babe. Can I buy you another drink?" Hesitant yet so sure of herself, she nodded. After all, this was a place to find love. Two more drinks and a whole lot of small talk, her head was heavy. Still able to hold a steady pace and balance in those heels, she stood up and stumbled for a second, steadied herself and walked on. The voice that she had been talking to followed her out the back and she unconsciously agreed to a ride. She stumbled into a car and the smell of fresh leather instantly assailed her sense of smell. A few seconds into the ride and she felt herself drifting. A sudden break jolted her back to reality. The man helped her out of the car and up the stairs, to the room. The bed was inviting and cool in the heat from getting up the stairs. She dropped herself on the covers and lay still, an urge forced her to stay frozen in that comfort. She felt her dress slowly come off but she didn't fight. A comforting warmth radiated on her and she had never felt better. Despite feeling numb, she knew well enough what was going on, but there was no struggle, no forced intentions or objections. Just a night in Paris.
My intentions are not as they seem. It was something I had to get out of my head. As much as I love Paris, its reputation may have been tarnished. Just slightly. But its all good. I still love Paris.
And I'm sorry about today if I've rejected love today. I can seriously be an idiot sometimes. And when you ask me again, I will say yes. I do love you. Both.
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