It was the end of March and the weather had been sunny and warm the entire week, which allowed us to discover more of the city on foot when I wasn抰 busy with my studies.
Santino and I strolled past small groups sitting on the grass with the Eiffel Tower rising above their heads. Almost all of them were tourists or exchange students. Most Parisians avoided the area around their city抯 landmark.
I hadn抰 yet grown tired of taking a stroll down here, but even I often sought the more secluded places of the city.
I had my phone in my hand, seeking inspiration in everything. I rarely took photos of the sights themselves. I抎 done that the first time I抎 seen them, but now I was looking for the particular in the ordinary.
Movement on the ground near a bush caught my attention. I immediately started taking photos. One of the cities, several pigeons were picking at a fry when a rat poked its head out and attacked, wrangling the piece of food from the befuddled bird and rushed back into its bush. I lowered my finger from my phone screen but remained vigilant in case another oddity happened.
It took me a moment to realize Santino was watching me. 揙ther people take videos of the Eiffel Tower, you of a rat fighting a pigeon over a piece of baguette,?Santino muttered, but despite his grumpy expression, I could tell he was amused.
揙ne thing gets you to the most watched TikTok videos, the other not.?
Santino narrowed his eyes. 揇on抰 tell me you抮e using this useless platform. There are only half-naked teenage girls dancing to shitty rap music on there.?He shrugged with a smirk. 揑 suppose that抯 your crowd.?
揧ou know, Sonny, TikTok is algorithm-based. It says more about you than TikTok if the only videos that are suggested to you are half-naked girls.?
揑抣l let your dear brother know. It was his TikTok account I checked when I confiscated his phone last time.?
揝ure,?I said, stifling a grin. Our banter gave me life. Despite our frequent, very frequent sexual encounters, we still teased each other without mercy.
揑 have the most gorgeous teenage girl flashing her ass cheeks at me every morning and night in a desperate attempt to seduce me, I don抰 need TikTok for that.?
揘ewsflash, it抯 not an attempt if it抯 successful.?
His answering sly grin warmed my belly more than the best hot chocolate in the city. I nudged his arm with mine, my smile widening. 揑抦 starving. Feed me.?
Santino gave me a very dirty look that made me wish for a less public place. 揑 fed you last night.?
I slapped his arm, my cheeks warming and desire flaming up my belly as I remembered how he抎 taken my mouth last night, but I played oblivious. 揑 think I抦 in the mood for a good duck pat?and a salad.?
揘ot what I抦 in the mood for.?
Despite his words, he led me toward a small Parisian restaurant with old glass cabinets with savoy cabbage and chicory made from porcelain as decoration. It had become a favorite of ours. The owner was quirky and a bit confused, but he spoke English梬hich made Santino happy梐nd they served the most delicious duck pat?with homemade gherkins and rustic bread. We settled on a small table next to the door with a view of the lively neighborhood.
揟wo glasses of champagne,?Santino said then raised his brows at the waiter. 揑f you haven抰 drunk it yourself again.?
Last time we had lunch at the place the owner and his crew had drank all the champagne the previous evening while watching soccer so they hadn抰 had any for us.
With a sheepish smile, he served us two glasses of champagne.
揂re we celebrating anything??I asked as I picked up the glass.
揓ust that life抯 good right now.?
揂nd that you finally popped my cherry??I whispered, smiling coyly at him.
揟hat was weeks ago.?
I pouted. 揝o it抯 old news I suppose.?
He grinned. 揑 prefer to celebrate giving you three orgasms this morning.?
揅heers,?I said, clinking glasses with him before I took a sip. Then a thought crossed my mind and I almost choked on laughter. 揑抦 pretty sure Dad won抰 be happy if your expenses include champagne for giving me orgasms.?
Santino抯 expression darkened at once. 揥hen I pay for us, then it抯 from my own money. That抯 what a real man does when he invites a woman.?
揑 really like the bad boy you, but gentleman you is pretty cute too.?
Santino grumbled something then took another sip. He didn抰 even particularly like champagne and only did it because I hated drinking it alone.
揧ou know,?I said when we were almost done with dinner. 揑 have been feeling horny since the Eiffel Tower.?
揟he rat did it for you??Santino said dryly but the lustful gleam in his eyes didn抰 go unnoticed.
揙h yes, that抯 my thing. Especially if they feast on fries. That抯 what it was by the way, not a piece of baguette.?