CHAPTER 7;
Klaus laughed. "Is that a problem?"
I shook my head 'no' quickly. I had this feeling of respect toward him now for not either making me sleep in the same bed or having to sleep on the floor. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing.
I went to investigate the other rooms of the hotel. We had plenty of rooms in this suite. Everything was included, it was like you were moving in for a couple of days. There was everything available in these rooms. In my mind, it was a palace.
It had a vibe that set off a home feeling. I plopped down on the couch in the guest room, ending my journey through the new living space I would be sharing with Klaus. "So, love. What would you like to do tonight?" he asked standing next to the entrance of the guest room.
"Did you have something in mind?" I questioned. He shrugged, then proceeded with a nod. His smile could have lit up the whole room.
"I had a couple of things in mind, if I don't say so myself, but it's the wondering of you joining me."
I shrugged, staring at Klaus. His smile could have lit up the whole room.
"Well, there's this nice restaurant I would like to take you to."
"Alright, then. I need to find something to wear," I replied hurrying over to my luggage. I began to unzip the biggest piece and dig through the large amount of clothes. I knew first hand that all my dresses were located there.
"Love, I think you would like what you could find in the closet," Klaus spoke up.
I cocked my head in confusion. I walked over to the walk-in closet and opened the gigantic doors. My face went into shock as I unveiled a large amount of beautiful dresses of all styles and lengths.
They were beautiful, Klaus seemed to know what I liked. I was impressed. "Do you like this one?" I asked him.
He smiled, and nodded. "It's lovely."
The counter top was smooth and covered in a marble glaze. "Combien de ce soir, monsieur?" the waitress asked. I was still clueless in everything they were saying, but it was alright for now. I trusted Klaus knew what he was doing.
Klaus spoke in Paris' native tongue once again, spitting out fluently what he wanted. He grabbed my hand and guided me to where the waitress was taking us. I was clueless to see We were taken to a balcony. The balcony was set for two, and only had one table on the ledge. "Wow," I whispered.
"So, you speak in French?" I questioned him, taking a sip of the wine he had ordered for us.
"I do, when you are thousands of years old, you pick up a few traits," he replied. He was so kind, and witty. I understood now how he has gotten to where he was today. He was true and even though he was a monster, he showed some humanity around me.
I looked over at him, who couldn't wipe the grin off his face. "What is wrong with you, Klaus?" I questioned his actions. His actions were different, there was no wrongful doing or evil in him. He was honest, and kind.
"You, my dear."
"Me?"
He breathed in, as we became closer together. "Serait-il faux pour moi de demander de vous embrasser?" he whispered as we looked out to the city.
I turned to him, "What does that mean?"
His mouth slowly opened, he smiled.
"I said: 'Would it be wrong to ask to kiss you?"
My face lightened. He had earned my trust. He had made things worth while, and didn't disappoint me. I wasn't surprised that it was happening, but I wanted it to. "What's 'yes?"
"Oui," he replied.
"Then, oui," I giggled. His face was lightened up afterwards.
"Why now?" he whispered.
"You make everything right," I answered.
He carefully ran his hand over my cheek, to push the curls away from my face. He placed his hand over my neck, and cradled my head with the right hand. I was nervous; I even forgot to breathe in this moment. I tilted my head gently, bringing my lips closer to his.
His kiss was powerful. I didn't know what it would taste like or what it would do to me. It was passionate, I could feel his love and the humanity break through his hybrid heart.
"It's everything I wanted," he murmured. "It's right, it feels right," I whispered. Our foreheads barely touched, he took my hand and smiled.