I stood under the spray of water in the shower, trying to clear the ache and cobwebs from my head. The throbbing was slowly diminishing as the warm water soothed over the back of my neck.
We had arrived in Paris over a week ago, Lydia and I. Yesterday I remember sightseeing and browsing the souvenir shops. I had bought a gift for Marcus. Lydia had bought a camcorder along with some other souvenirs and we had a great time taping each other in front of Notre Dame and on the way back to the hotel.
I also remember arriving at the club but after that it gets fuzzy. There was a lot of drinking and dancing, I know. And I sang. That’s right. It was a karaoke club and I sang one of my favorite songs. I think Lydia even recorded it with the camcorder.
I don’t recall how I got back to the hotel, but I do remember that after Lydia left I called Marcus. I shook my head in memory, a wry smile on my lips. I can be so impetuous at times. But, if what I remember is right then I’m glad I did it.
What I remember of the call is that I told him I missed him, and he replied in kind. I called him sexy and told him I couldn’t stay away. And I think he said something about how I’d bewitched him, but I couldn’t be sure.
My smile widened and I leaned my head against the tile with a sigh. I did miss him. Our little ‘game’ had been intriguing and challenging and just fun. Seeing him the night we played Dante’s Inferno had only increased my interest and I couldn’t deny that I was falling for him.
It may be crazy and I knew there was something about him, about all of them, that was just …off, but I didn’t care, my heart didn’t care.
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Hours later I was standing outside the small store at the musee D’Orsay waiting for Lydia to finish shopping. I had showered and eaten, feeling much better after my night of drinking. I now remembered why I didn’t indulge all that often.
We had set out to do some last minute shopping before heading to the museum. We got some more presents and Lydia dragged me into a store to buy me a cell phone. Then we made our way here to spend a few hours looking over the paintings, sculptures, and other various artworks. I had seen one that inspired me and bought a small statue of it for Marcus that I hoped he would appreciate.
Again, ever the impetuous me, I decide to call Marcus. I was dying to know his reaction and if my memory served true this morning or not. Thankfully Lydia had programmed the phone with his number.
I hit send and waited, but got his voicemail and left a message.
‘Hi Marcus. It’s Sera. I uh just wanted to say hi and let you know I got this phone. Lydia helped me. I’m at the musee D’Orsay and I just got you something. Well I have a few things for you actually. I can’t wait to get home and show you. I hope you like my gifts.’
Returning the phone to my pocket, I again settle against the wall outside the store to wait for Lydia .
I squeal and jump as I feel the phone vibrating in my pocket. Some people look at me odd, but I just smile at them as I take out my phone. I see a text from Marcus:
hello luv. it was good to hear your voice once again. when will you be back?
I give a soft happy laugh and reply:
not soon enuf. i hope tomorrow. Will i see u?
A moment later I get a reply from him:
most definitely luv. send word to me once youre home. i miss you too
I feel warm inside seeing that he misses me. I duck my head and smile as I reply:
i’ll let u know asap. i miss you too. can’t wait to see u.
He sends me one final text:
be safe & see you very soon. Marcus
I read it and hug the phone to my chest happily. I can’t wait to get home.