“8 euros for a cappuccino?” he exclaimed.
I flashed a smile at him, flipping my sunglasses down over my eyes. “You’re paying for the view, babe” I responded, pointing with my thumb at the spiraling 18th century church behind me.
“Still, that’s ridiculously expensive,” he grumbled. I laid down my 8 euro on the table and looked around the town square we were sitting in. The church, cafes, tall colored houses and a small courthouse surround us on all sides. We were staying in a small town in the middle of Baden Württemberg, better known to Americans as the Black Forest. I stood up facing the church and stretched, my sundress brushed against the back of my thighs. I turned and looked at my boyfriend Sam, who was now leaning back in his chair, staring at my ass. I grinned. “Come on, Sami, let’s go back to the hostel.” He grabbed my hand and we walked towards the lot where we had left the car.
As we drove back to the outskirts of town, he ran his free hand up and down the insides of my thigh. “You know we’re staying in a shared room, right?” I said to him. “So don’t get yourself all worked up and whatnot.” He frowned and ruffled my hair.