Page 47 of Once Bitten

“Yes, I’ve noticed. Kara wiggle gooood.” He came to a sudden stop and slid into the nearest empty seat in the cramped cafe, pulling me into the seat next to him.

“Phew. I thought a French prince charming was going to have to come running with my lost shoe.” I sank thankfully into the chair.

“Hey! Prince only French when he is still a frog!” Finn proclaimed, only to turn around and see the waiter standing there. “Er, but as frogs legs are a delicacy...they are...so... precious.” Finn finished, not at all tactfully. The waiter continued to glare at him.

“Ah bon,” Finn moved on, “deux cafe et un pain au chocolate et un croissant, s’il vous plait, monsieur,” Finn smiled up at the waiter benevolently.

He simply huffed and turned back to the cafe.

“He does NOT like you,” I jabbed Finn in the stomach, almost hurting my finger. “Ow. Obsess over your abs much?”

“He’s just jealous.” Finn smirked, rubbing his stomach where I’d poked hm.

“Of your abs? I dunno...he looked pretty...abs-y himself.” I peered into the dark cafe to take another look.

“No, of me and my luck to have such a beautiful breakfast companion.” Finn draped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a soft kiss.

“Hmmm. Yummy.” He smacked his lips playfully and gave me a wink.

I giggled, unable to contain my good mood. The weather was perfect, blue sky, warm, and I was on Finn O’Reilly’s arm in Paris. And French pastries were coming towards me right then.

“Merci, monsieur,” I gave the waiter a smile as he plonked the coffees and pastries on the tiny little aluminum table. “It looks delicious.”

He looked at me, still grumpy, then his face softened, “bon jour madam, ‘ave a good day.” He nodded, ignoring Finn and left.

“God, these smell divine,” I mumbled as I broke off half of the croissant and shoved it in my mouth, “fuck, they are good! Ohhhhhhh.”

“Shhhh, you sound like you did last night.”

“At the Tunisian restaurant? Oh, that was good too.”

“No!” He tried to look insulted, “I meant when my tongue was inside you.” He raised his voice as he said the last sentence.

I almost choked. “Finn! Shhhhh”

He just grinned and took a sip of his coffee, broke off a piece of the pain au chocolat and held it to my lips.

I tried to glare at him, but he looked just as delicious as the food in front of me and I opened to take the irresistibly, light and delicate morsel into my mouth. Apparently I could be tamed by buttery French breakfast food.

“Yeah, I’m going to need more,” I mumbled, grabbing the last of the croissant before Finn could get to it.

Finn threw back his head and laughed and gestured to the waiter for two more pastries, before kissing me on the cheek, “your wish is my command.”

I beamed, for now I was going to believe it.