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“Oh, I would love that. Can we ride on one of those red busses?”
“A double-decker?” he said. “Sure.”
“Let’s get a massage in the morning?’ said Lotte. “Mia, you and I will get a stone massage. My treat. Have you ever had one?”
“No,” I said, “Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s wonderful. They warm up these stones to get them really hot and then massage you with them up and down your body.” She shook with ecstasy. “Heavenly.”
“I’ll try it. Thank you.”
“How about we do dessert in Mia and Richard’s room?” said Cameron.
“I think I’m going to go to bed,” said Lotte. “It’s been a long day.”
“These are no ordinary profiteroles,” said Cameron, eyeing the menu. “We’re talking award-winning--”
“What’s a profiterole?” I said.
“Really?” said Richard. “There’s no way we can let Mia go another day without ever having tasted one.”
I glanced back at that perfect white table cloth. Not one of us had spilt anything on it. Cameron, Richard, and Lotte always showed respect for everything around them. I knew how lucky I was too have them in my life. They were showing me so much. Every moment, every experience, with them was so exciting. I’d flown here in a helicopter, for goodness sake, and I’d never in a million years have stayed in a hotel as beautiful as this one if it weren’t for them.
Cameron ordered in room service.
Richard, Cameron, and I kicked off our shoes and sat huddled on the oversized bed in our luxurious suite. We sipped champagne from crystal flutes. The bubbles rose up my nose and it felt as wonderful as it tasted. Between us rested a silver tray upon which sat a mound of chocolate profiteroles with sauce drizzled around the plate.
“So, this is your first time?” said Richard with a look of mischief, bringing one of the small pastries to my mouth with his fingers.
Cream oozed out onto my lips and deliciousness stunned my taste buds. I rolled my eyes in ecstasy. “Yeah, I see what you’re doing there, Mr.” I laughed.
Cameron and Richard laughed too.
“Why, I don’t know what you mean,” said Richard.
I fed a profiterole back to him and his face lit up with ecstasy. I fed one to Cameron too and he licked the cream off my fingers.
“You guys are way too decadent,” I said. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I can think of a few things,” said Richard.
I popped another profiterole into his mouth and he beamed in delight.
Cameron climbed off the bed.
“Stay,” said Richard. “Please. We want you here.”
“Yes, please stay,” I said.
Cameron looked thoughtful. “Another profiterole? You twisted my arm.” He sat back down and popped one in his mouth.
We devoured the rest of our dessert. After clearing the plate from the bed and setting down our champagne glasses, we collapsed in a post-sugar lull. Laying between Richard and Cameron, our heads aligned and resting comfortably on the super soft pillows, we stared up at ceiling. I’d never felt safer.
“We love you so much,” said Richard. “You know that, right?”
“I didn’t know what love was until I met you,” I said.
Cameron took my hand and kissed it.
