Three weeks later. Paris.
Rochelle slowly opened her eyes and stretched. A thin air blanket slipped from her naked ideal body. It was already morning, seven o'clock, probably. Jackson stood by the open window without a shirt and looked at the panorama of the city.
"I thought that only I could look at the streets of Paris with such enthusiasm." Said Rochelle, rubbing her eyes.
-Beautiful city. said Jackson, turning his head - "A stunningly beautiful city"
"But not as beautiful as London?" - Asked Rochelle.
-Of course. - Answered Jackson.
Rochelle got out of bed, wrapped herself in a blanket and walked over to Jackson.
-What are you thinking about now? - she asked and pressed against his cheek.
Jackson did not answer right away.
-I thought about whether you will remember me after I die and turn to dust? Through a hundred years?
Rochelle at first did not know what to say.
-Of course. You will always remain in my heart.
Jackson hugged the girl tightly and held her close to him.
-I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. I am human. A humans do not live long.
Rochelle kissed Jackson on the cheek.
-Do not think about it, we still have a lot of time to enjoy each other ...
They have nothing more to say to each other. Their lips merged into a long kiss. А blanket fell to the floor. A second later they were already in bed.
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