Revenge: Episode 107 [A Jonas Story]

The only water I seem to like is hot water. Like showers. Showers are nice. Especially in five-star French hotels.... Although all the soaps were labeled in French. That was kind of odd, because I wasn't familiar with the French soap companies and what not, but at least I could decipher the labels. Once I had completed my shower and smelt refreshingly of a fruit-like substance, I clothed myself in pajamas, despite the fact that the sun still shone in the outdoors. I laid down along the cot in the bedroom, releasing the tension from my muscles. "Hey," said Nick pleasantly, entering the room. I shut my eyes, hoping he'd assume that I was asleep and leave. "I want to go out," he continued simply. "Buuuut...we need to set some ground rules." He grinned sweetly. I swallowed. "Um, like...?" "You know: no running off, or yelling in French." His eyes narrowed, and he was still clutching my arm. "Understand?" Again, I swallowed. "Yes...." "Good." Nick released my arm and shoved me out of the bed. "What're you doing in your pajamas? Get dressed. It's only eleven AM." I said nothing. "Just get dressed," continued Nick, tossing me a pair of jeans and a shirt. I bit my lip and put them on quickly. Nick widened the doorway of our hotel room and motioned toward it. "Ladies first," he remarked, grinning. We left the hotel. Outside, it was nearing twilight, and the air smelled quite nice. The fragrant of flowers was heavily apart of it. My foreign language teacher had once told the class ...

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