Bella
Paris
We spent a few hours at the Louvre. We’d taken
pictures with the celebrities and dignitaries. Additionally, we enjoyed a
delicious meal and exquisite wine. Masen showed me the museum, but he seemed
distracted. He also seemed to keep me away from an ugly blonde with a serious
case of helmet hair and an overly made-up face. Whenever she tried to come over
to talk to us, Masen would either find another group to talk to or described a
painting or sculpture, describing the artwork with dulcet but stressed tones.
After a special night time excursion to the
Eiffel Tower, exploring the top of it, kissing like a pair of horny teenagers
and driving back to the hotel. When we got back to there, Masen made the
sweetest love to me, cherishing every inch of my body. I never felt more loved.
He held me like I was going to disappear after we finished making love. His
green eyes just stared at me and his hands caressed my skin lovingly and
reverently.
The next morning, we packed up our bags and
checked out of the hotel. Alec drove us, first, to Notre Dame. We were given a private
tour by the head of the cathedral. Masen thoughtfully translated for me. I took
pictures with my cell phone, in awe of the beauty and serenity of this place. “These
windows are gorgeous. I’ve never seen such intricate work in stained glass,” I
whispered.
“The pale in comparison to you,” Masen
replied, kissing my temple. I slid my arms around his waist and we wandered around
the cathedral.
We left after an hour and went to a private
tour of the Palace of Versailles. I wasn’t as impressed with the palace. Now,
don’t get me wrong, it was beautiful but décor was over-the-top. Also, the tour
guide was a pretentious bitch, fawning over Masen. Alec had to intervene at one
point since she was being a little overly touchy-feely. Suffice it say, our
tour ended shortly after that.
We got back into the Mercedes, driving to the airport.
Masen held me in his arms, his lips caressing my cheek. “Not that I’m
complaining, but you’re being awfully snuggly, Masen.”
“I just love you,” he murmured, squeezing my
hip. “Did you enjoy Paris?”
“It was beautiful. I would love to come back,
but not for three days. I’d love to spend more time here,” I breathed, sliding
my arms around his neck. “Thank you for this.” I brushed his hair back and
running a thumb over a wrinkle between his brows. “What’s wrong, Masen? You’re
quiet and I don’t like this.”
“I’m just … I’m worried, cherie,” he whispered. “I just want you happy, Bella. I want us to
have a future … a forever.”
“F-F-F-Forever?” I squeaked. He blushed and
nodded, kissing me sweetly. “Masen …” I wanted that so much. I could see a
future with him. I was terrified that he’d realize that I wasn’t worth it. I
loved him more than words could describe. I stared at him and his eyes were
swirling with love and adoration. “I love you, too. Those words feel small
compared to what I feel, but …”
“I totally understand, Bella,” he smiled and
brushing his fingers over my cheek. “Now, Barcelona … what do you want to do?”
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