Page 27 of Rosé with My Fake Fiancé
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Tessa
My internal clockwakes me up, and the first thing I see is the diamond ring on my finger. Last night, after Luc came back to bed, we talked. I told him no one had ever licked my ass like that, and I teased him for not spanking me while he had the chance, and then we wrestled and squirmed on the bed until he landed two gentle swats to my ass.
Then we stayed up way too long talking. I’m always awake early, and my body doesn’t care that it’s barely slept. I want to stay in bed, but I have to get up and move on: give Luc the ring back to end our fake engagement and say goodbye to my besties.
Luc is still sleeping hard next to me. I would guess as a rideshare driver and a bartender, Luc’s schedule has him up late and sleeping through the morning.
I dress quietly, and then, once my things are gathered, I hem and haw over waking Luc up.
Last night—er, this morning, I guess—was fun but also bittersweet. I want us to have more time together, I want him to slap my ass during sex, I want to play with him more doing things I’ve never done.
I spend a few moments admiring his lean body, relaxed and splayed out and careless, the permanent rosiness of his cheeks, the way his thin lips relax and pout in his sleep. The duvet is pushed to the side, too warm for the summer evening, and I thank Europeans for not bothering with flat sheets. Luc’s body is exposed to the air and my eyes.
My phone buzzes in my hand. I’m late to do the walk of shame to brunch, and Jade doesn’t hesitate to remind me.
Jade
Woman! I want to see your well-fucked ass before I leave! Don’t miss brunch!
Emma
I have your cardigan and a pair of flip flops.
“Hey, Luc?” I press a hand to his chest, the small smattering of blonde chest hair right above his heart. He stirs but doesn’t wake, so I shake his shoulder and speak up. “Luc!”
He blinks and stretches like a cat, his hand sliding down over abs and happy trail, and I think,hello, I could go for another round,but then I realize he’s fallen asleep again, this time lightly gripping his dick. I bend over and kiss his cheek. “You won’t remember this, but I’ll message you. Thanks for the great night.”
Part of me wants to wake him up, say a real proper goodbye, but the other part tells me it’s easier to end a one-night stand if I can’t get sucked back into Luc’s easy smiles and charm. I straighten and reluctantly pull off the ring, silently thanking Luc’s grandmother for letting me borrow it.
The trip to the cafe will take me only fifteen minutes—god bless the Paris Metro. On the subway, I pull out my phone to send Luc a message. I have five percent of my battery left, so I better make it quick. I type and delete, type and delete, type and delete until it gets to three percent.
How does one end a one-night stand?
I pick the most straightforward option.
Tessa
I had a great night. Thank you for fond memories of Paris.
I memorize directions to the cafe—it’s only three blocks away—and tuck my phone back in my purse, exiting the metro and briskly walking to brunch. Our table is inside, and the greeting this morning is much more subdued. We give each other kisses on the cheek, a la the French, and I moan in gratitude when I take my heels off and slide into my flip-flops. Emma looks especially tired, and no one has ordered mimosas or wine. There is already a coffee waiting for me, though, and Jade and Emma have coffee, too, while Sara sips her tea.
“You three look...” I don’t finish the sentence, and Sara chuckles.
“These two,”—she hooks her thumb at Jade and Emma—“drank two bottles of wine back at the room.”
My butt hits the seat. “You did?”
“You had some, too,” Jade argues to Sara.
“I had one glass.”
“And I have a hangover,” Emma mumbles.
Jade turns her attention to me and summons up the energy to smirk. “How was your evening?”
Sara puts her chin in her hands and bats her eyelashes at me.
