Chapter 65 Well, What About You?

• The picnic had gone very well, despite Noelia's concern for her mother, Marius had managed to calm her down and alleviate her fears with kisses, caresses, and hugs. They had a very pleasant conversation, ate delicious food that tasted even better when shared from each other's hands or lips, and together they drank the entire bottle of wine. It wasn't too much, but enough to make them slightly tipsy. Noelia was a little more intoxicated than Marius, but they were both fully aware of their actions.
• She couldn't feel happier to be with him in that way, sharing something as simple as a meal under the shade of a tree, feeling the immense complicity between them. The young woman was not the dreamy type, or at least she didn't think she was until the day she met the Frenchman and her whole world turned upside down. However, she couldn't stop imagining that she was on a date with her French prince at that moment. Especially as they rode together in a small boat that he insisted on boarding, reminding her of romantic period novels where nobles courted young maidens.
• Thinking about that while watching him row, his muscles flexing under his shirt, even though it wasn't too tight. It made Noelia's face and neck blush, resembling the color of strawberries. Except she wasn't a redhead, so she wasn't exactly a ripe strawberry, but that didn't stop Marius from noticing and becoming interested in what made his young girlfriend so seductively and temptingly colored.