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My hands are at his jaw, my thumbs stroking back and forth against his cheeks as I look up into his eyes. "I was so worried I wouldn't get to you in time."

People walk past us, but we ignore them, eyes only on each other.

He smiles ruefully, and when he speaks, it's with the heavy French accent I love. "I am glad you did, but… why were you trying?"

I blush and look down. "I was coming after you. You, um… you left something behind."

He cocks his head to the side, looking down at me. His eyes are so expressive, so intense… "And what would that be?" he asks me softly.

Me, I'm tempted to reply. Instead, I answer by lifting my hand. His brow puckers in confusion and interest, and he follows my gaze down to my hand.

"Mon téléphone," he mumbles, his arms tightening around my waist.

I nod, still blushing. Biting my lip, I look back up at him. "Yeah. You left it in the hotel. It was actually how I found you. You see, your friend… Pierre?" He nods. "Well, he kept calling you. And my friend Rose knows French. When she came home, I told her about you and she convinced me to come after you. When Pierre called, Rose spoke to him and… well… we found out you were supposed to be here. We asked him to keep you with him so we could find you." I smiled. "And find you, I did."

He smiles down at me. "Oui, you did." He glances down at his phone in my hand, which is nestled between us. "But is this all you came for? To give my phone back to me?" His accent caresses the words, his eyes smouldering with knowledge and I just… I can't help myself.

"No," I whisper, biting my lip as I looked back up at him, hesitantly. "I… you left something else behind."

"What is that?" he whispers back, pulling me closer to him. His thumb rubs circles on my hips, comforting and calming me.

I swallow. "Me." I peek up at him from behind my lashes and see a gorgeous smile on his face.

Before either of us can say another word, his lips are on mine again. I sigh into the kiss, happy that he seems to be… well, also happy about what I'd just said. My mind runs over our conversation and I frown as something occurs to me. I'd been so caught up in the moment and my nerves that I just hadn't picked up on it… even though it was frightfully obvious. "But, hey. How come you're speaking English? Last night, you could hardly put a sentence together."

I narrow my eyes at him, and he looks down, letting me go completely as he blushes, clearing his throat.

Aww... my baby's shy.

I just thought of a compromise when it comes to this how-many-chapters-a-day thing. I'm thinking I'll give you three chapters a day when it comes only to lemons. Until then (it's only a few chapters) you'll have to suffer it out with one a day.

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