now.
As I envisioned the two of them waking up in bed together, I squeezed my eyes closed and willed myself to fall back asleep. What was the point of getting out of bed anyway? I didn’t have any friends to hang out with, and I’d already screwed things up with the only guy I’d met since I arrived.
Luc hadn’t stopped by at all after “the incident.” While I was relieved I hadn’t run into him in the hallway in my no-make up, baggy pajamas get-up, the fact that he hadn’t wanted to see me made me feel even worse than I already felt.
Like Katie had said though, I needed to deal with my broken engagement before jumping into another dramatic guy situation.
But his body was so nice. And his kisses were . . . well, not that I could remember all that well, but I thought they were pretty nice too.
Shaking away the memory of Luc’s soft lips on mine, I forced myself up to a sitting position, climbed out of bed, and sat down at my computer. Just as I was logging into my blog to gather strength from my own advice, my phone rang.
A jolt of hope coursed through me as Lexi’s name appeared on the screen. A friend!
“Hey, Charlotte,” she said. “Just wanted to see if you’re up for a girls’ night out on the town tonight?”
I peered around my room at the mess of unpacked suitcases, my clothes strewn over top of them, the empty box of tissues at my bedside, and my unmade bed.
“I would love to,” I told her as I smiled for the first time in three days.
“So, did anything good happen with Luc after you guys left the other night?” she asked.
I filled Lexi in on my disastrous evening, then spilled the whole story about Jeff and why I’d moved to Paris alone.
“Girl, you really need to get out and get your mind off that no good son of a bitch,” Lexi said after I’d explained my new-found disgust with online dating sites. “I have just the place for you.”
I loved Lexi already. “I can’t wait,” I told her.
We worked out the details before she told me she had to run to get her hair done. I wondered then if Lexi had a job or any other real-life responsibilities. She hadn’t mentioned them to me if she did. It seemed as if she frolicked around Paris by day, then hit the town each night. I hoped I’d be able to join in on her fun and live such a care-free life during my year here.
After talking with Lexi, I felt something I hadn’t even remotely experienced in the past week—hope. I had made a new friend, I would make more friends, I would meet more guys, and things would get better. I decided to get my act together and stop sleeping all the time. Granted, I had only been living in my pajamas and littering tissues around my mess of a room for four days, and I was certainly entitled to at least a few weeks of moping, but it had never been like me to sit around and feel sorry for myself. It was time to get up off my butt and get moving.
I spent the afternoon cleaning, unpacking and organizing my room. I turned on some angry girl music, sang my heart out, danced around my room and got things together. No more tears, no more wallowing in self pity.
In the midst of my cleaning frenzy, while I was bellowing out a high note, there was a knock on the door. I was so excited at the thought of a potential visitor that I ran to the door and swung it open with a huge smile on my face, forgetting that I was wearing a skimpy white tank top and inappropriately short shorts, not to mention that I was sporting a cheerleader-style high pony tail and sweating from head to toe.
It was Luc.
He smiled his gorgeous smile and leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek. Wow, in my drunken stupor, I must not have remembered how incredibly adorable he was.
“Hi Luc,” I greeted him in my cheeriest tone. I couldn’t believe he was here. I wanted to make sure there were no traces of the damaged girl he’d taken care of a few nights before.
“Bonjour Charlotte. You are feeling better?”
“Yes, much better.
As I envisioned the two of them waking up in bed together, I squeezed my eyes closed and willed myself to fall back asleep. What was the point of getting out of bed anyway? I didn’t have any friends to hang out with, and I’d already screwed things up with the only guy I’d met since I arrived.
Luc hadn’t stopped by at all after “the incident.” While I was relieved I hadn’t run into him in the hallway in my no-make up, baggy pajamas get-up, the fact that he hadn’t wanted to see me made me feel even worse than I already felt.
Like Katie had said though, I needed to deal with my broken engagement before jumping into another dramatic guy situation.
But his body was so nice. And his kisses were . . . well, not that I could remember all that well, but I thought they were pretty nice too.
Shaking away the memory of Luc’s soft lips on mine, I forced myself up to a sitting position, climbed out of bed, and sat down at my computer. Just as I was logging into my blog to gather strength from my own advice, my phone rang.
A jolt of hope coursed through me as Lexi’s name appeared on the screen. A friend!
“Hey, Charlotte,” she said. “Just wanted to see if you’re up for a girls’ night out on the town tonight?”
I peered around my room at the mess of unpacked suitcases, my clothes strewn over top of them, the empty box of tissues at my bedside, and my unmade bed.
“I would love to,” I told her as I smiled for the first time in three days.
“So, did anything good happen with Luc after you guys left the other night?” she asked.
I filled Lexi in on my disastrous evening, then spilled the whole story about Jeff and why I’d moved to Paris alone.
“Girl, you really need to get out and get your mind off that no good son of a bitch,” Lexi said after I’d explained my new-found disgust with online dating sites. “I have just the place for you.”
I loved Lexi already. “I can’t wait,” I told her.
We worked out the details before she told me she had to run to get her hair done. I wondered then if Lexi had a job or any other real-life responsibilities. She hadn’t mentioned them to me if she did. It seemed as if she frolicked around Paris by day, then hit the town each night. I hoped I’d be able to join in on her fun and live such a care-free life during my year here.
After talking with Lexi, I felt something I hadn’t even remotely experienced in the past week—hope. I had made a new friend, I would make more friends, I would meet more guys, and things would get better. I decided to get my act together and stop sleeping all the time. Granted, I had only been living in my pajamas and littering tissues around my mess of a room for four days, and I was certainly entitled to at least a few weeks of moping, but it had never been like me to sit around and feel sorry for myself. It was time to get up off my butt and get moving.
I spent the afternoon cleaning, unpacking and organizing my room. I turned on some angry girl music, sang my heart out, danced around my room and got things together. No more tears, no more wallowing in self pity.
In the midst of my cleaning frenzy, while I was bellowing out a high note, there was a knock on the door. I was so excited at the thought of a potential visitor that I ran to the door and swung it open with a huge smile on my face, forgetting that I was wearing a skimpy white tank top and inappropriately short shorts, not to mention that I was sporting a cheerleader-style high pony tail and sweating from head to toe.
It was Luc.
He smiled his gorgeous smile and leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek. Wow, in my drunken stupor, I must not have remembered how incredibly adorable he was.
“Hi Luc,” I greeted him in my cheeriest tone. I couldn’t believe he was here. I wanted to make sure there were no traces of the damaged girl he’d taken care of a few nights before.
“Bonjour Charlotte. You are feeling better?”
“Yes, much better.
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