"I'd like you to take a seat, Miss. Cullen" he said. In response, I sat in one of the chairs as he turned to face me. My breath got hitched in my throat. Could I be imagining this or is it real? It was he who was in the elevator with me a while ago...
"Holy shit! Pierre-Auguste Renoir! The one who painted 'The Umbrellas' and 'The boating party'"
"He's your favorite, isn't he?" he smiled.
"He is!" I squealed as I sat in his lap and kissed his cheeks, "Wait, how'd you know that he's my favourite?"
"I have my ways, darling, " he smirked. We both got out of his car, as we walked he intertwined our hands. People greeted Ashton as if he's the one who did all of this, while I on the other side am super uncomfortable with all these. First of all, Ashton spent a lot on this dress. Second, he took me to the art gallery to see my favorite artist's paintings. I'm super excited.
We toured around the gallery hand in hand, looking at each painting carefully. It felt so nice and peaceful to be with Ashton like this. I'm feeling very comfortable around him.
"Are you happy?" Ashton asked from behind.
"This is the best day I ever had."
Our conversation didn't last long when an elderly-looking woman approached Ashton so in order for them to have a private conversation, I excused myself to look at Pierre-Auguste Renoir's 'The Umbrella' painting. Out of all his paintings, this is what stood out for me the most. It shows the busy streets of Paris when it's raining. The painting made me feel as if I were with them.
"You're spaced out, darling," Ashton said.
"Oh sorry," I said sheepishly.
"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked me.
"Are you really asking me that?"
"Okay, I know you won't agree with me to get out of here but I'll drag you out anyway," he said as he scooped me up and carried me in his arms.
"Put me down Ashton, people are staring at us".
"Let them," he laughed. He then took me to the Eiffel tower. It's breath takingly beautiful. I always dreamt of going to the Eiffel tower but never did I think of it as this beautiful. We walked to the tower hand in hand. It's so nice holding his hand, I feel safe.
"It's so beautiful," I said.
"Yeah, she is," he said looking at me.
"You have a way with your words, Mister"
"Yeah, I know I'm charming" he teased.
The Eiffel tower is even more beautiful in the night light. We then hop into the lift and went to the top. The view is amazing. The whole city in night lights is breath taking. Ashton wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. We stood there for a few minutes. It's so peaceful. After that Ashton took me far away from the city. As we walk to the building I see a sign that says, Ice Bar.
"They sell ice, weird".
When we enter, my jaw hit the ground. Bloody hell, it's a freaking ice palace. "OH MY GOD,NO WAY!", I said loud enough to get people's attention. "Sorry"
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"I take it you like this" he said.
"Like it? I love this Ashton. You're the best, thank you" I smiled.
"Come on beautiful," he places his hand on the small of my back and leads me to an ice table. There is animal skin covering the ice bench seat. Other than that, it's completely ice.
Instead of sitting across from Ashton, I decided to be ballsy and sat beside him. He looked at me with big eyes.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just didn't expect you to sit beside me. Not that I'm complaining". He pulled me closer. "You fit perfectly right by my side baby". He's right, it's like I was carved out of his side. I fit in like a little puzzle piece. He grabs my face and plants a passionate kiss on my lips. It's full of passion and care.
I instantly kiss him back. When he kisses me my heart soars. It starts beating 1000 times a minute. We pull away, resting our foreheads together when the waitress approaches. We never move while she takes our order. Even though she is desperately trying to get Ashton's attention, his eyes never leave mine.
After she leaves, "Can I ask you something?" I said.
"Shoot darling,"
"Do you like her?"
"What?"
"Lilly, do you like her?" I asked looking at him while he burst out laughing.
"And why would you think that?"
"I..t's ju..st..."
"No, she's my cousin silly. She's engaged to her girlfriend," he smiled.
"Ohh, ok"
"So now tell me Scar, why did you ask that question? Are you jealous?" he smirked.
"No, I wa..s j..ust curio..us."
He gave me a knowing smile and kissed my forehead. Our food was delivered to our table. We ate the rest of our dinner in pretty much silence. I did get a text from Ami, she was freaking out demanding to know where I was. I just told her, I was in Paris and would be back on Sunday. I also said I was fine and I'm a big girl who can make her own decisions. I signed off telling her I love her. We then spend some more time there and after dinner is done, we went back to the hotel.
As we step out and walked toward the lift,
"Will you stay with me tonight Scar, please" he pouted like a little boy.
