City Lounge: Paris (Book Three, Chapter One: Nothing to Do Around Paris)

City Lounge: Paris

Chapter One: Nothing to Do Around Paris:


Six months in and we are still together. I am pretty much used to Simone’s wild and adventurous ways. I look forward to where she’s going to be taking me each day. Her family and I get along very well. (Okay, Charlotte still isn’t fond of me. But, she doesn’t count for this.)

I woke to find my lovely in the kitchen. Simone was turning on the coffee pot as she hummed. She’s been staying over at my place lately. I couldn’t remember a night when I was alone. I snickered to myself as I crept up behind her. I embraced her from behind and kissed her on the neck. Simone giggled as she bunched up.

“Good morning, Will,” she said. I looked up at her, smiling.

“Morning,” I said. I kissed her on the neck again.

“Sleep well?” she asked.

“Not really.”


“I have you to blame.” I nibbled on her neck again. I looked over her shoulder. “Coffee again?”

“It’s a new blend.”

“New blend?”

Simone reached up and pulled down the bag. I narrowed my eyes at the label. Little white flowers decorated the curved letters. I raised my eyebrow.

“What does it say?” I asked.

“Dark Hazel Creme,” Simone said. “I’ve never tried it before myself.”

“Where did you get this?” I asked.

“I bought a sample of it from the open market. I liked the smell of it.” She closed the coffee machine and turned it on. I smiled and kissed her on the neck.

“So what are we doing today?” I asked. Simone smiled back at me.

“Nothing,” she said. I tilted my head.

“Nothing?” I asked. She freed herself from my grasp and turned around.

“Let us enjoy Paris this morning,” Simone said. “We don’t even have to talk.” Somehow, she made it said so appetizing.

“Good,” I said. “That sounds good.” She leaned and kissed me on the lips.

“After this coffee,” my girl whispered.

“How much longer?” I asked. Simone turned back to the coffee machine.

“Ten more minutes,” she said. I leaned in like a little kid watching a goldfish. The machine clicked off, leaving the rich smell of coffee. I closed my eyes and took in the scent.

“Mmmm,” I said. “I can’t wait to taste it.” Simone smiled and removed the pot. I got out two mugs. My heart started racing as my love poured the cup. I held up my mug.

“Cheers!” I said. Our mugs clinked together. As soon as that taste hit my tongue, I shuddered.

“Whoa!” I said.

“Too strong?” she asked. I nodded. Simone took a sip from her own mug. She shuddered, but then smiled.

“I like it,” she said. I raised my eyebrow.

“Are you playing with me?” I asked. There was a tinkle in her eye.

“I do like bitter things,” Simone said.

“What?” I asked. “I thought you liked sweets like.”

“I like things bitter and then sweet,” she said. “Why do you think I like sucking your cock?” I broke into a smirk.

“Do you, now?” I asked. Simone took another sip of her coffee. I took another drink of my own coffee.


Paris at ten in the morning has this strange calm over a person. That goes double when you are walking with someone you love. I looked up at the sky with my arms behind my head. I think it might rain today. Heh, Simone would just love to run around in the rain in the back. Speaking of which, she looked so happy to be off in her own world.

“So where are we going today?” I asked.

“Shhh,” she said. I looked over at this Indigo Queen. I see…

“I take that as we’re just going with the flow here?” I asked. Simone held up her arms and twirled around in the streets. I think she might be getting lost in her own world again. We began our walk down the street. Simone looked so alive when we down this in the morning. Any day, actually. But, she seems to have so much energy.

“Ooo! Geese!” she said, pointing to the sky. I looked up to see a flock of geese flying overhead. I always wondered why formed a V-pattern when they flew. Simone looked like a child who had seen snow for the first time.

“I wish I brought my camera today,” she said.

“You could got back and get it,” I pointed out.

“Nah,” my girl said. “Let’s just keep walking.” I shrugged my shoulders and followed behind. Her job as a photographer allows her to see more beauty in the world. She one time talked around how beautiful a single discorded flyer looked floating by in the Seine. It just floated along, soaked through and through. Simone couldn’t take her eyes off of it.

“Something about it showed me that beauty didn’t have to be like a complex puzzle in a museum,” she said. “You can also find it in the most simplest place if you know where to look.” My girl might be onto something that I could be missing. She’s slowly pulling me into her world as we get closer. I love all of that, but I don’t feel like I’m getting any closer to figuring out who she really is. Just staring at her back caused me to raise more questions about her.

I shook my head. I’m supposed to be turning my brain off for this. If I start asking questions again, my head is going to hurt. I breathed out and rubbed my forehead. When I glanced up, I saw my girl giving me a sympathetic look. I opened my mouth to speak, nothing sounded right that could come out. So, I closed my mouth and shook my head. Simone smiled and kissed me on the bridge on my nose. She took me by the hand and lead me further down the still-sleeping streets at Paris.

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