I get it's historically incredible and it's a very well done piece of art, but so are a lot of pieces of art in this place and they don't get guards and bullet proof glass. "Turn around love" Rhodes says behind me, I turn to see him holding his phone up, about to take a photo of me. "No don't!" I
"Look at me, finally spending some of your money" I muse, grinning from ear to ear as we exit the bookshop, my carrier bag slung over my shoulder with 8 books both new and old. My hand is threaded back in between Rhodes's as he rolls his eyes. "That's your money baby, and I'm glad you enjoyed it" h
See this is always the risk with games like this, it's all fun and lighthearted before the tables are turned and it's your turn. I don't have very many funny childhood memories to draw my knowledge from, I was going to have to dig deep on this one. "Um, I took gymnastics as a kid, and up to a year
Jury's in, I am unable to put my legs all the way behind my head. But I'm pretty close, and we both had a lot of fun trying to make it happen. Now here I sit in the window sill of Rhodes's Paris apartment at 2:54am; balancing a mug of tea on the ball of my knee as I stare down at the streets below.
I'd love to see what he looks like if he let his facial hair grow in a little bit, but I don't know how likely that is to happen. "You're sweet, now lets sleep" I whisper gently and curl my body up into the side of his, my head lying on Rhodes's shoulder. I can feel him place a soft kiss to the top
Three hours later we are back in the middle of Paris, having just left the Eiffel Tower we've found a little market. I'm a sucker for a good market, so I drag Rhodes through the stalls looking for nothing in particular. I find a stand that I like very much, a young father and son are selling their w
"Merci" I say quietly as the waiter places down the small pastry in front of me. Across the table from me, Rhodes stifles a small chuckle as he takes a sip of his coffee. "What, did I say it wrong?" I ask him quietly after the waiter leaves. I thought I had it right, I'm slowly becoming completely m
"Hey, you okay?" Rhodes phone is placed back in his pocket and his attention is placed directly on me. "You've gone pretty pale" he observes. I nods my head, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I don't think I'm going to enjoy flying" I meekly reply, I'm not going to let him in on my inner ramblings