An ungodly 14 hour flight, a four hour bus trip, and I’m finally within reach of a bed at a host family’s house. I thought I’d fall asleep standing up until a flash of red hair caught my eye… one of the girls left with her host mom- shit, did I hear her name? I didn’t.
Our first set of classes started the following morning. We’d all been split into different groups based on our grasp of the language, and Jodi was in a different level than I was. I saw her chatting with a group of other girls in the courtyard at lunch, and walked up to her. She introduced me to her new friends.
“So you’re all in the same classes together?” I asked.
“We actually met Jodi through-“
“Me.”
I turned toward the voice and- red flash from the day before. She held out her hand; it took me a moment to snap back and accept her handshake.
“H-Hi.” I sputtered.“Colby; nice to meet you… Ken, right?”
“How did you know?” Colby nodded her head at Jodi.
“Jodi and I sat next together in class, and she told me about you.” Colby smiled.
The rest of the girls went to the same fruity, Californian, liberal arts school that Colby did. I noticed they were all… distinctively easier get along with than the girls from Chicago in my classes, so I didn’t mind joining their group. All of us spent our lunches together, and spent our evenings drinking at a bar by the river.
One night, I saw Colby drinking alone on the riverbank. The rest of our friends were chatting with local guys along the bar counter. I took my drink outside to join Colby. She turned when she heard me step on a few twigs.
“Hey, Ken. Nice night, huh?”
“It is. You’re…” I gestured back toward the bar, “not with the rest of the group?” She laughed.
“Nah, not my scene. I like the quiet.” She tapped the ground next to her inviting me to sit down. “What’d you order?” She pointed at the glass in my hand.
“Oh, Belgian beer. You?”
“Red wine. We’re not in Belgium, we’re in Rome, aren’t we? Well… I mean in the sense of the adage. What did you come to study?
”“French Literature.”
“Ah, good thing you didn’t opt for the Australian program.”
I felt the corners of my lips turn into a smirk. “Are you always this quick?”
She laughed. “Yeah, I guess I am.” She sighed, and looked back out at the river. I took her cue to enjoy it silently with her. Her glass caught the light from the street lamps and tossed it into back into her eyes, I tried not to turn my head so she wouldn’t catch me staring. She finished her drink, and used my shoulder to stand up. She tossed a smile over her shoulder with a *“Bonne nuit*, Ken.”
“G’night, Colby.”
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We moved on to the larger part of our semester a month later, and moved into more permanent host families in Paris. Colby and Jodi became roommates, and I was only a Metro stop away. They hosted a party our first weekend there when their host family was out of town. We all crowded around their kitchen table with the cheapest bottles of wine we could find at the nearest markets, and traded drinking games until they were gone. As the night went on and people headed home, we found ourselves sitting on Colby’s bed listening to music. Jodi went to bed, handing me a half-full glass of-
“Shit, I stayed too long.” Colby raised an eyebrow. I held the glass up and grimaced. “Last person to leave finishes whatever’s left.” She laughed as I took a big swig. “Mmm, not as bad as I thought, actually.”
“White and red mixed together is a cheap table rosé, yeah? Not what you were expecting?” She held out her hand to take the glass, took a sip, nodded, and passed it back. I tossed my head back and finished the leftovers, setting the glass on her nightstand. “Oh, hold on-“ She leaned into me, brushed her thumb along my bottom lip, caught a drop, and wiped it away. I pressed my lips against hers. She inhaled sharply, and scooted away from me. “Whoa- I-“
“Shit, no, I’m sorry-“
“Stop, stop, I-“ I stood up to leave, she grabbed my wrist, “No, I mean-“ I froze. “I… I didn’t know.” Her hand fell away, she whispered “No idea.” I turned back toward her, she looked surprised, and shook her head when she looked up at me. “Uh…” she reached toward my wrist, it floated back into her palm, and she stood.
“I should go-“
“No, I-“ She laughed nervously hiding her eyes, but her cheeks were bright red. Her mind caught up with her, her arms retracted, a hand snapped to the nape of her neck. Still… she took a step toward me. I ran my fingertips up her neck and down her jaw, drawing her into me until my lips mashed into hers and she softened. She leaned into me, pressing her hands into my chest. My tongue chased hers as she melted into me. I laced my fingers in her hair and tugged it gently, she moaned. Just as I dragged a hand up her ass- a board creaking down the hall brought us back to reality. “Shit-“ she whispered.
“Jodi-“ we exchanged a deflated look, and fell apart. “Y’know she won’t care-“
Colby shook her head and waved a hand at me “Mmm, we can talk about this tomorrow- maybe you should-“
“Go, yeah.” I slipped through the door frame and walked toward the front door. She followed me and grabbed my wrist as I grabbed the door knob.
“Wait-“ I turned back, she grabbed my face, and kissed me again before darting back to her room.
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