Lovers in Paris (The Forever Promise #2)

by Allie Hayden

In the middle of the road of our life I found myself in a dark forest From which the straight road was obscured.

“Well, ‘made’ would be an exaggeration. Guillaumette made the croissants and the coffee, but I agree that I did pour the orange juice into glasses, which takes effort.”

“Knock and the door will be open unto you, seek and ye shall find,”

The two men shook hands and I watched as Darius made a decision to do something that was abnormal for his upbringing and his family. He took his father and hugged him, right there in front of everybody, and Nathan, normally, as I understood it, a very conservative man, burst into tears.

my jealousy sprang right out of my body and danced grotesquely around the room, taunting me.

Am I out of his league, or was he out of my league? Or am I simply out of my mind? I guess it was a matter of opinion.

suddenly I felt intense disgust at myself and my behavior. And so, with some trepidation, I tenderly undressed Darius as he undressed me and we both walked hand in hand toward the sea.

In other words, beware the father that loves too much.

It turns out that not all of the city was about film festivals; there are parts that dealt in car parts and illegally imported televisions. Cannes was a Mediterranean port and ever since Marseilles had come under close scrutiny by the authorities, they had diversified.

he had booked the entire back of the restaurant with the canopy of the starry night sky above us, candlelight, and the reflection of the gold tapestries that gave us both a burnished glow like beautiful classical statues.

Suffice it to say that I had not a single talent in cuisine and the best I could do was half-burnt pork chops with soggy potatoes and canned apple sauce.

I was still by nature a modest Midwest girl, and I was pretty sure that this was the quality that made my playing so accessible to audiences.

He carries himself with pride again. And that is wonderful.”

It was the lament of a man who was in his body but whose own body was betraying his desires. He was a tortured man, a strangely attractive and seductive man.

The thing I loved the most about playing the ‘cello, I think, is the fact that I am able to tame a wild animal - music - through a tender soothing of its fears, and calm this animal into making sense of a purely sensual world.

Somehow, I confessed, playing the role of the dominant male in this musical story of lust and bloodlust, I was releasing some demons from my own past.

this is France and France; contrary to popular belief, was a very sexually repressed place.

I was able to bring this hundred-year-old piece of music to life, like Dr. Frankenstein, to make it laugh and cry and yell with abandon whenever I wanted.

the control of this runaway bus was in the rudder of this machine and I was the rudder.

He was a trapped animal, fighting for his life with my seduction.

He was so proud of me that he couldn’t stop smiling, but he was fighting with what he had hoped would be a quiet life in Provence with me.

“You are going one place and I am going with you in spirit. I am going and once I settle on who my ‘cellist is, you will be going with me in spirit. And don’t worry, Alma, we will be in touch every day. I promise.”