She needs a grip

EMILY

“I can’t go any further.” I cried. The Butte Montmartre was a place I never imagined I would visit but all my excitement was gone at this moment. I was tired from all the stairs I had climbed that day.

“You need to sign up in a gym, it’ll be the first thing I do when we get back home.” Alexandro frowned. He hadn’t even broken a sweat, looking all sleep in his shirt and Jean while I looked like a runaway bride.

“Make sure to get me a sexy instructor.” I teased back.

After we argued back and forth, Alexandro won. We didn’t change. I was glad I hadn’t worn anything uncomfortable but I didn’t like how plain I looked.

Because the Montmartre wasn’t too far from the hotel, Alexandro had insisted we walk. He hadn’t given me a heads up concerning where we were going, maybe I might have convinced him to carry a car because I couldn’t even imagine walking home.

Climbing to the highest point was necessary but the higher we went the better the view, I refused to go through all this stress fo