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I whispered. “Yes.” He leaned casually against the nearby shelf, watching me with that quiet, intent gaze that made my chest tighten. “I thought it might help her practice her French. She’s determined to improve lately.” “That she is,” I replied, my fingers grazing the smooth leather as I opened the book. The scent of ink and parchment rose faintly, familiar and comforting. As I read aloud, the French words rolled off my tongue, flowing naturally from memory. “…mais parmi toutes ses filles, la plus jeune était la plus belle et la plus douce. Tout le monde l’appelait Belle.”

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After the party last night, saying goodbye to Ella, I asked her out for lunch this time, it was my turn to ask her out, she said yes. We went to our home with a big wide smile plastered on my face, this was the best birthday ever, how did she even managed to find a little that likes reading and books. She even work in the book shop, see my love for stories did pay out, we found her, we still didn’t know how to ask her about being a little, or being our little to be exact. But we did agree on taking things slow with her, on letting her get used to us on her own terms and conditions.

By the time we get back to my place, I’m so horny I nearly rip my dress off. The next day, he takes me to an old bookstore that has been run by the same owner for over sixty years. She refuses to alphabetize anything, but when Damien asks her for a specific book, she knows exactly where it is. It’s cramped and crowded, full of volumes of rare old books and gorgeous hardback covers. Damien buys sme a copy of Pride and Prejudice in French.

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Eliza grabs her bag, and puts the things she’d hidden in her bra back in it and tucks it away under the clothes in the chest. But takes a bag of sweets and sits in bed with the book she’d found. There isn’t much else to do right now, she isn’t tired and the book’s interesting. Maybe not as interesting as the ones Morpheus had given her to read, but she isn’t about to be picky. It’s harder work to read, being in French, but at least it’s a language she knows.

Everything felt slightly magical, enhanced by that particular Parisian je ne sais quoi that couldn't be replicated anywhere else. Galignani, when I found it, was everything a bookstore should be. Dark wood shelves reached toward high ceilings. The smell of old paper and ink filled the air. Books in French, English, and several other languages lined the walls. I lost myself browsing, picking up novels and memoirs and travel guides. An entire section dedicated to Paris architecture caught my attention. "Looking for anything specific?" A voice asked in English behind me. I turned to find a young man with kind eyes and a name tag that read "Philippe."

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Nothing beat that feeling of reading a French book. I wasn’t much of a reader. I got bored easily. But if I had to choose between books and movies, I would pick books. At least books let me imagine things my own way. I walked into a small bookstore near the hotel. The bell above the door rang softly. “Bonjour,” the woman behind the counter smiled. “Hi,” I smiled back awkwardly. I walked around slowly, running my fingers over the spines of the books. Romance. Crime. Fantasy. Self-help. I picked up three random ones. All about love.