As their cab descended into the City of Lights, Ross and Rachel gazed out separate windows taking in the breathtaking views. Their hotel was in the famous 8th district, home to the Arc de Triomphe and some of the most spectacular shopping in the world. Night had begun to fall on the city, leaving everything in sight illuminating. Cars battled their ways through the busy streets, while tourists tried to find their ways to their next destinations. This was the first time either Ross or Rachel had been to France, and they were both extremely impressed.

"Ross, look!" Rachel exclaimed as she pointed out the window. "There's the Louis Vuitton building!"

Ross leaned over to her side of the backseat so he could see out her window. There was the building that Rachel was going to start her new adventures in. The reason she was leaving him behind, he thought.

"Wow, a little smaller than I imagined," he said.

"Ross, these buildings aren't supposed to be like the skyscrapers in New York. They're so much more eloquent."

"I'm just messing with you. I think it looks really nice."

They finally reached their hotel. They paid the cab driver with their new currency and tried to be polite by speaking French with him. Neither spoke the language very well.

The hotel was beautiful from the outside. The white stucco building stood six stories high. Each window had an array of flowers planted in boxes that rested below each window frame. A bellhop in a red uniform greeted them as they entered the lobby.

As they approached the counter, Ross took out his receipt that he had printed from the computer.

"Bonjour, comment sont vous ce soir?" asked the woman behind the reception desk.

Ross and Rachel looked at each other. Neither one was sure if they should ask her to speak English.

"Parlez-vous anglais?" Ross asked with a distinguishing American accent.

"Ah, vous-etes americains," she responded.

"Oui," Ross answered.

"Yes, I speak English," she replied in her heavy French accent.

"We just want to check in," Rachel cut in.

"Yeah," Ross said handing her the receipt. "Two rooms under Geller."

The woman did some typing on her computer and then lifted her eyes back up at them.

"We only show that you booked one room, sir," she stated.

"No, no. My receipt shows two. See two rooms with queen sized beds," Ross roared as he pointed at his receipt.

"I am afraid that sometimes those online sites do not always send us the correct information. Today we only have one room left," she said, as she made sure to use a thick accent.

Ross and Rachel turned to look at each other. Both of their stomachs started to get churning butterflies.

"Do you wanna go somewhere else?" Ross whispered.

Rachel was exhausted. The last thing she wanted to do was drag all her bags around trying to find another place to stay.

"No, we can share," she said shyly as she looked away from him.

"Ok, we'll take it," Ross told the woman.

She gave them each a key and they made their way to the elevator. Ross, being the gentleman that he always had been to Rachel, took two of her bags for her. They stood nervously beside each other in the elevator. Despite the fact that the ride to the fourth floor seemed like several minutes, it was in fact only several seconds.

They entered the room to find a nice cozy setup. As promised, there was a small kitchenette and a queen size bed. A small table with two chairs was next to the open window.

"Where's the closet?" Rachel asked.

Ross didn't know a lot about France but he knew the Europeans lived much simpler lives than Americans.

"Uh, Rach, I think the French rarely have closets in their hotels. You're just gonna have to put your stuff in the drawers."

"But there's only three!" Rachel exclaimed, still unsure of how anyone could go without a closet.

"Well you can have them," Ross answered sternly as he sat down on the bed. He loosened a top button on his shirt and took off his shoes.

"No, it's ok. I'm sorry, I guess I'm just tired," Rachel said as she sat down next to him.

"Yeah, it's been a long day. Maybe we should get some dinner and then just call it a night."

Rachel looked at the headboard and then looked back at Ross.

"How….um how do you wanna do the sleeping?"

Ross wasn't sure what to say. Did he want to share a bed with Rachel? Of course. However, he did what he knew he should.

"I can sleep on the floor," Ross said softly.

"I can't ask you to do that. We're adults. We can handle this."

But could they? Both had lingering feelings for each other, but didn't know the other person did. The passion they had shared when they were dating was unlike any that either had ever had with another person. There had been nights when they would make love two, three, or even four times. Just a couple of months earlier they had come close to sleeping together again. Rachel's father had a heart attack and wanted Ross to give her a night of passion to help suppress her fears. They both knew that the sexual attraction was still igniting between them. Yet, like they had always done, they continued to keep their feelings secret.

"Ok, well do you wanna go grab some food?" Ross asked? "I'm actually ready to go to sleep here soon."

"Ok," Rachel whispered as she nodded her head.

They found a small panini stand about a block from their hotel. It wasn't the fine dining that they both had gotten excited about over the last couple of days, but they still had four days for that. They ate their sandwiches as they strolled slowly back to their hotel. Both were nervous to go back upstairs.

"Was yours good?" Ross asked as they made their way back into the hotel lobby.

"Yeah, and yours?"

"Quite tasty, actually," Ross said in a high-pitched voice. He was trying to ease the tension.

Rachel smiled at him as they entered the elevator. They stood close to each other for the few seconds that it took to reach the fourth floor.

Upon entering their room, Rachel began to unpack what she could fit into her two drawers. She laid out several outfits on the bed, trying to figure out what she would want to wear while she was in town. She also decided to lay some shirts onto the table so that they would not get wrinkled. Meanwhile, it only took Ross about a minute to put his stuff in his drawer. He rolled his eyes as he watched Rachel with all her clothes.

"I saw that," she said as she walked back to the other side of the room. She zipped up one of her suitcases and put it in the corner.

Ross turned his head to the side and smiled. "Come on, I'm tired. Hurry up," he whined.

Just then it hit Rachel.

"Hey Ross…" she started.

"Yeah?"

"Well I thought we were going to have separate rooms. I only packed a t-shirt to sleep in. I, I, don't have any bottoms."

Ross's mouth opened a little bit. What did he say to that?

"Well, I guess I can give you a pair of my boxers if you want. Uh, to be honest, all I have are my boxers. I don't have any pajama pants." Ross reached into the drawer and grabbed a pair. How awkward was this?

"Thanks," she said shyly. She turned to go into the bathroom and change.

Ross took this time to take off his shirt and put on a t-shirt. He stripped down to his boxers, which had dinosaurs on them. Hoping Rachel wouldn't see this, he tried to get under the covers of the bed before she emerged from the bathroom. He didn't quite make it.

"Aww, look at you," she giggled. "Dinosaurs on the boxers. You haven't changed have you?"

"Nope, still the same geek," Ross said as he climbed under the covers.

Ross couldn't help but stare at Rachel as she brushed her hair. There she was, wearing his underwear and a tight little t-shirt. Ross had always loved the lingerie that Rachel wore for him, but nothing drove him crazier than seeing her in his clothes. There was something so sexy about it.

Rachel put her brush away and made her way to the bed. Their eyes locked as she climbed into the bed. She tried to position herself with as much room between them as possible. However, a queen size bed didn't leave much space at all.

Rachel turned off the lamp on her side of the bed and then turned over on her right side. Without realizing that she had turned, Ross turned onto his left side. That's right, he thought. She always starts out on her right side. He had always slept on his left side when they were together so that he could keep his arm around her. Even in complete darkness, he could see her sparkling eyes gazing at him. He closed his eyes, hoping that hers would be closed if he opened his again. He did so, but her eyes remained open, still staring at him.

"Goodnight," she said softly.

Ross gulped. "Goodnight."

Rachel closed her eyes, but in her mind she was still staring at him.