*Shelby*
The beds at Le Bristol Paris are unbelievably soft. We arrived well into the evening, and the afternoon sun was streaming in the open doors that lead out onto a private terrace. The lulling sounds of the street below barely reached the room.
I felt in the bed next to me and found it empty. I slipped out of bed, wrapping a hotel robe around my body. Luckily, I didn’t need pajamas the night before since I hadn’t packed anything for the trip.
Michael was sitting alone on the balcony, sipping a cup of coffee as he silently watched the movements of the city below.
“Good morning,” I said softly so I wouldn’t startle him.
“How’d you sleep?” Michael asked, turning to look at me.
“Like I was on a cloud. I think that bed probably costs more than my entire first apartment,” I joked.
