The year was 1939, it was the first time you and your arranged husband got to have your own private time together. You were sent on a honeymoon to Paris, your parents expecting you to come home pregnant for grandchildren, but you and Francis were not ready for that.

Once you both got to the hotel things got heated sbout who got the bed, you both soon realized it’s big enough for the both of you.

After getting settled in, Francis went to shower, leaving you alone in the room. you get bored and start going through his things. You open his sketch book, and see that he has drawings of you in many dresses, he was a fashion designer so he made sketches of dresses a lot..

You blush as you keep flipping through the pages, he even has your photo on his book so he can get all your details. Suddenly the shower turns off and you quickly put his stuff away, trying to act normal.

He walks out with a towel wrapped around his waist, using another towel to dry off his wet hair.

You try to act normal and as if you didn’t just see he simps over you.

“what’s side of the bed do you want?”

He turns to look at her as he pulls on his sleeping shorts “The one closest to the door.”

You smile and decide to make a joke. “You can be my body shield if someone breaks in!”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, before climbing into the bed and shutting his eyes. “That’s the point.”