The Louvre Museum Wouldn't Go Anywhere

The sun rose outside their open window. In summer like this, it was nice to leave the window open and enjoy the warmth outside. Ludwina woke up because of the incoming light, and she felt her body was aching. When she looked around, the girl was shocked beyond belief.

As it turned out, she was no longer sleeping on the bed, but on the floor, right next to Andrea, and even her head was lying on the man's chest.

"Oh, God...."

Ludwina cursed her own sinful body. Last night, she fell out of bed because before she could sleep, she had been restless all night.

Ugh, fortunately, there was Andrea underneath her when she fell. Otherwise, her body might have immediately hit the floor, and had a lump on her head.

"I-I'm...sorry, I usually sleep like a princess, you know... I don't have a bad sleeping habit. I don't know why last night I fell out of bed..." she muttered apologetically.

Ludwina complained, trying to sit up. 'Ouch... my feet and hands are sore.'

The girl tried to massage her shoulders. Andrea opened his eyes and coughed a little.

"Yes, I trust you on the sleeping like a princess thing. I have seen that in Amsterdam. Maybe this time you worried too much about me sleeping on the floor..."

"I think so..." Ludwina confessed. "Sorry, it must hurt, right? I fell on your body last night."

"It is okay." Andrea got up and tidied up his duvet. He moved to the bathroom. "Let's get ready. Our schedule for today is quite packed."

They got ready, had breakfast, then went on an adventure in Paris. They visited the Church of Notredame and joined the long line to get to the tower.

Later, they traveled the Seine River by boat, then continued to the Sacre Coeur. Along the way, the two of them held hands. The reason was, of course, not to be separated in the middle of the sea of ​​tourists who were flocking Paris.

At 6 pm, they returned to Champ De Mars, in the Eiffel Tower area with picnic supplies, a bottle of prosecco with a few paper cups and chips. They sat on the grass against the backdrop of the graceful Eiffel Tower, along with hundreds of other young tourists with similar intentions.

Ludwina felt very happy to be in Paris today. She heard the birds singing. The breeze was blowing lightly, the leaves drifting down slowly. The people around her were talking in a happy tone. There was wine everywhere. She could hear laughter while the snacks shared together, the chatter.

Ohh.. it was a perfect summer. Close friends, lovers, and strangers, and there was even music from God knows where.

She could not imagine a more beautiful atmosphere in the world, with the handsome young man who stole her heart, sitting next to her and smiling every time she looked at him.

'This is the perfect moment for a love confession...'

Laura and Pierre came to the park with limoncello and croissants. The short-haired American girl called Ludwina by humming Beethoven's Symphony Number 5, as she used to do in college. Laura was the only person Ludwina allowed to call her that way because she was her best friend.

The four young people immediately sat on the grass facing the Eiffel Tower and enjoyed their picnic. The sun was still bright in the sky even though it was 7 in the afternoon, but it didn't feel hot at all.

The weather was perfect for picnicking and chatting for hours with friends, and thousands of other tourists were also doing the same thing. The four people chatted in English and exchanged stories and news. Laura became an English teacher at a school, and Pierre worked as an architect. The two of them lived together and were not married.

In Europe and most Western countries, fewer couples wanted to enter into a marriage relationship because the state recognized domestic partnership. Even if they were not married, they could share the same rights and responsibilities as husband and wife. The state also recognized children born in this relationship, just like the children born in legal marriages.

"In my opinion, a marriage certificate is nothing more than just a piece of paper," Laura commented as they discussed the topic. "If someone doesn't want to commit to their partner, we can't tie them up with just a paper like that. In my opinion, the most important thing is the commitment to each other, not the paper."

Ludwina glanced at Andrea when she heard Laura's words. She wanted to know what the man was thinking from his expression. Andrea was not dumb. He understood that Ludwina's purpose in getting him to meet Laura and Pierre was to give him a new perspective on relationships in modern times.

Indirectly, Ludwina wanted Andrea to know why she was so adamant about her lifestyle of not wanting to get married and have children.

"However, if for someone, marriage has no meaning, apart from just a paper, while for the partner, the paper is essential and can make him happy, then... why not just get that paper?" Andrea stared at Ludwina intently. "For the people who don't want the paper since it's meaningless to them, why can't they just give it to their partner? They've got nothing to lose anyway, right? While for the other party, it would mean the world to them."

Ludwina hiccupped at Andrea's blunt words, which he uttered as-a-matter-of-factly.

The young man seemed to say that if for Ludwina getting married or not, was not important at all, then Ludwina would have nothing to lose if she married Andrea, right?

But while she had nothing to lose, Andrea would have everything to gain.

Ludwina then changed the subject by refilling their paper cups with limoncello. "Come on, drink more... This is one of my favorite drinks, Andrea. It's been a while since I drank it."

She took a full sip of her limoncello while Andrea watched the girl's behavior with a smile. They then talked about other things until 8 pm.

After they finished with their picnic, they went to have dinner at the brasserie near Champ De Mars, before going their separate ways.

***

Ludwina and Andrea walked hand in hand along the beautiful Seine to the Pullman hotel. For some reason, along the way, Andrea became talkative, and his handsome face was full of smiles. This made Ludwina somewhat surprised.

"What is wrong with you?" the girl asked out of the blue.

"Eh? What's wrong with me?" Andrea asked, blinking his eyes at Ludwina with an adorable look.

For a moment, Ludwina looked at Andrea attentively and then smiled broadly.

"Gosh... You're tipsy, huh?" She touched Andrea's nose and playfully flicked it. "No wonder you talk a lot. Ohhh... so cute. So, you can't drink a lot. Earlier, you only drank a few shots of limoncello, and at dinner drinking a glass of red wine too– hahaha..."

Andrea looked embarrassed. He was not used to drinking alcoholic beverages and had a low alcohol tolerance. Meanwhile, Ludwina had been able to drink wine and the like since she reached legal age to drink.

"Next time, I won't drink that much," Andrea muttered in an indistinct voice.

"No... don't! I like seeing you tipsy like this. You look so adorable..." said Ludwina while on tiptoe so that her face could see the handsome reddish face of the man more clearly.

Andrea looked away and pulled Ludwina's hand back to walking. He almost kissed her little red lips when their faces were so close from each other earlier. However, Ludwina was not yet his gilrfriend. He couldn't possibly kiss her. So, he had to hold back his urge.

***

They arrived at the hotel, tired and happy. After showering and changing clothes, it was time to sleep.

"Since last night you already slept on the floor, now it's my turn to sleep there," said Ludwina, pulling the duvet and pillow from the top of the bed. Andrea shook his head and held the girl's hand.

"There is no need for that. I'm a man. I can suffer a little. The floor is hard, you know. You will not sleep well. Tomorrow, you have to be fresh so you can show me the good places in Paris," he said firmly.

Ludwina turned to look at the bed.

"Hmm... actually, the mattress is big. It's a shame if we don't use it. I also feel sorry for you if you have to sleep on the floor again."

The girl then took a large pillow and put it in the middle of the bed. The next moment, she laid down on the inner side of the bed.

"Let's sleep like this. Using pillows to separate us."

Andrea was stunned to see Ludwina look so nonchalant about the whole situation. She just pulled up the blanket to her chest and then closed her eyes.

"Uhm... are you sure?" the young man asked doubtfully.

Ludwina didn't even open her eyes, and answered, "I'm fine. If you are afraid that I'll take advantage of you while you're sleeping, then yep, go ahead. You can sleep on the floor. "

Andrea almost laughed at the girl's casual words.

'Hmm... alright.'

Finally, he got into bed and closed his eyes. Because he had been drinking wine at dinner earlier, Andrea felt very sleepy and didn't have time to think anything lewd.

***

Ludwina opened her eyes and felt her body curled up very comfortably in someone's arms.

Gosh...!!!

Somehow, last night, the pillows that were supposed to divide her space and Andrea's had gone to God knows where.

Ludwina naturally found a comfortable position in her sleep. Unknowingly, she had snuck onto Andrea's chest and wrap her arms on the man's stomach.

'Oh my God.... if I moved, I'll wake him up. Won't we be very embarrassed?'

Deep down, Ludwina was actually very happy. Finally, she could feel the man's embrace, even if it was unintentional.

Finally, she decided to close her eyes again and pretended not to know what had happened.

They had planned to visit the Louvre Museum, but they didn't need to rush, right?

After all, the Louvre Museum wouldn't go anywhere.