Here it is, the finial chapter. I wrote this listening to 'Jessie J Price tag' i think that it compliments the end paragraph.

I hope you like it..


"Bed?" he whispered.

I tried to picture it, and I couldn't. Even now when he was forceful and sexy, he was always such a gentleman. Biting my lip against a small laugh, Arthur kissed my neck, I sighed lightly and smiled.

"Not the first date kind of girl?" He whispered chuckling.

"Why don't you take me on a date and find out?" he pursued his lips.

"I don't think that I can wait that long," he murmured innocently "plus, you're already partly undressed."

"Yes, that hardly seems fair now, does it?" I played with the bottom of his shirt, avoiding eye contact. I pulled on the bottom lightly, testing its strength before ripping it and watching the buttons fly across the room. "Whoops." He smirked and swung my legs up so he was carrying me like a baby; the swift movement was followed by a squeal and fits of giggles from me.

The gentle circling of Arthur's finger on my palm was relaxing, but ticklish.

"Are you going to tell me about that nightmare you had last night?" he asked simply. My back tensed and he squeezed my hand reassuringly.

"I was looking through a window, but it was below floor level, so I could only see people's shoes. Someone stopped in front of the window, so I tried to see their face." I stopped, pulled the cover around my neck and exhaled loudly.

"Who was it?"

"It was my father," he was silent for a minute, confused.

"Why did that scare you?" he asked finally.

"My dad was crazy, when I was seven we were driving home after shopping or something, and in the car he started shouting at us, me, my younger brother- Ryan and my mum. Started saying that we were useless, he said how he hated us, how we were the biggest mistake of his miserable life. And he crashed the car. My mother and Ryan died instantly, my dad died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, and I escaped with a broken leg and two broken ribs." He kissed my cheek and wrapped his arms around me tightly.

"I read about the car crash in your background."

"I thought you might. I didn't tell anyone about my dad; no one would have believed me."

"That must have been really traumatic for you."

"What about your family?"

Arthur also had a very complicated background, his father had walked out on him and his mother when he was five, he barely remembered it though. He had a stepfather called Kyle, but he remained the only child.

"So what happens now?" I asked playing with Arthurs long fingers absently.

"What do you mean?"

"How long are you staying in Paris for? What happens between me and you?"

"I'm not sure, we'll work something out though."

"You can stay here for as long as you like." He kissed my nose,

"Thank you." In my head all I wanted to say was 'I love you' but I just smiled and basked in the happiness that Arthur had brought. Everything was perfect, so perfect it seemed unreal, to be laid in bed with Arthur, so content, so easy, as if in a dream. That last thought brought goose pimples down my arms, I reached my bedside table draw and pulled out my bishop, I placed it on the table and watched it topple over.

"Too good to be reality?" Arthur asked eyeing up the bishop.

"Definitely." I smiled.


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