Companion To Paris
Kita

Paris came out of the room wearing the clothes given by Biema earlier. Her hands carried her neatly folded dress. When he looked at the bed, Biema seemed to have fallen asleep. Paris folded her lips. What was she expecting? Is Biema going to take her place to sleep on the floor? It seems like don't expect much.

After putting her dress on the table, Paris began to prepare for bed. However, something was bothering him a little. Biema's body scent felt very close. Because now he was wearing Biema's clothes, the scent was like Biema was hugging him. This made Paris ashamed of itself.

"It's a no-no thought" grumbled Paris quietly as she widened her eyes and shook her head. Finally she tried to sleep despite the strange feeling of her. The feeling was being held by the man who had fallen asleep on the bed.

Biema opened her eyes and sat down. He's not sleeping. Haven't. He just closed his eyes to make Paris comfortable in his room. This man's body rose and looked down. There, the girl was cowering hugging the bolster. Biema's lips smiled. He could see the girl like a sinless little girl.

Paris' body moved off its bolster. Paris was really asleep. Biema got up and approached. His hand grabbed the body and lifted it. Moving Paris' body to the bed. There was no way she would let the girl sleep on the carpeted floor, while she slept comfortably on the bed.

Biema needs to obey a little of the girl's will to relieve her heart. Being in a foreign place is not fun. Biema understood the feeling of this girl.

Biema gently put Paris' body on the bed. Then he moved away to move the bed. But a hand pulled him. Preventing himself from going there. Biema. Paris's hand prevented him from leaving.

Biema tried to release Paris's hand on her arm. But the Paris grip is getting stronger. To make Biema's body that has been sitting in an uncomfortable position, unable to withstand the weight of her body. Biema fell on the bed. Right next to Paris.

"Mmmm ...," murmured Paris in her sleep. Biema was shocked as Paris put her arm right over her body. Maybe this girl thinks her body is a bolster. Until his hands hugged his body tightly like a bolster. Biema's eyeballs widened. He was very surprised. A moment later smiled amusedly.

Why do I have to fight? His will. I wasn't.

Finally Biema let her body in the embrace by Paris tightly. Biema looked to the side. Looked at Paris' face with a sharp. His outstretched hand touched the side of this girl's cheek. Paris' body moved slowly to get this touch.

"When are you going to be cold to me?" lirih Biema's. Biema's second touch on the cheek, making Paris' body move docked to him. Biema smile.

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Paris woke up writhing. It felt like his body was getting fresh. It didn't hurt as he had imagined while sleeping on the floor. His hands rubbed his eyes repeatedly to get rid of the fog that passed through his eyes.

Once again his body squirmed. Something was standing next to him. The head of Paris looked. A gent. His eyeballs are creased to expel the remaining drowsiness. He also assured himself that a man had fallen asleep next to him.

After being sure his eyes were clear from drowsiness and fatigue, Paris turned to the side again. Is correct. There was a man. Biema! Paris nodded in surprise. Paris' body instantly rose and pushed Biema's body.

"Biema, wake up." Paris growling. It was not difficult to wake this man up. He's not the kind of guy who's hard to wake up to.

"You've woken up Paris?" tanya Biema is still with the eyeball trying to adjust to the situation.

"Soge away." Paris pushed Biema in annoyance and immediately ran towards the bathroom. Biema's head turned to follow that fast-flowing body.

In the bathroom, Paris did not shower. He stood behind the door and thought. Why am I on the bed? Even our bodies are docked. Wh why? Paris closed her eyes. Striking his feet in annoyance.

The shadow of various events instantly forced its way into his brain. Paris growling. There was anger and sadness there.

"Paris," scolded Biema from the outside. The lips of Paris were silent not wanting to say. "Paris, are you okay?" tanya Biema was worried. Paris still did not want to answer. Then he rushed closer to the shower. Lighted shower. Answering Biema calls without having to make a sound. "I'm going out. Shower in the bathroom outside. I've prepared a change of clothes and a towel by the door. You can go out for a minute to get it." Biema told me that the room was soon empty. It will make this girl comfortable while taking a shower.

Paris shook his head. Then go out and get the clothes and towels that Biema meant earlier. Then turn on the shower and shower.

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Paris came out of the bathroom in the same clothes. Training t-shirts and pants. It's just it's new. Paris' hands dried her still wet hair with a towel. At that time Biema was on a single sofa. From her wet looking hair as well, it seemed like she had already taken a shower.

Biema who was playing her phone looked up. "Have you finished your bath?" biema asked with a smile. The happy face last night is still up to now. Paris welcomed him differently. This girl's eyeballs stared at Biema sharply.

"Say, why am I in bed?" Biema blinked because she was asked about it.

"Oh, that. I ..."

"What have you done?" tanya Paris cut Biema's sentence.

"I'm not ..."

"What happened to us last night?" ask Paris again. He did not let Biema answer his question. But he kept asking different questions. Biema sighed and was silent.

Paris is angry. Biema just realized that. He who had fallen asleep with happiness last night, was insensitive if this girl was angry with him.

"Tell Biema, what happened to us last night?" tanya Paris was still standing with the towel in her hand.

"Nothing happened to us, Paris," Biema said calmly. He knows what this girl means.

"No way! This morning, I was already on that bed, with our bodies docked," pointed Paris towards the bed.

"Our bodies are indeed docked. What's up with that?" tanya Biema remained calm making Paris frown even more.

"Is there no other thought that comes to your head what happens if we close our bodies like that?!" ask Paris growled. Biema looks at Paris. Somewhat long. He actually wanted to chuckle at this moment, but he could not.

"No."

"Don't lie, Biem. Tell honestly. What happened to us last night?" the Parisian pressure is frustrating.

"Nothing happened to us Paris." Biema explained firmly.

"I don't know what else to ask you. We sleep in one bed, Biema. You and me! Us!" Paris said that emotionally. Beyond the suspicion of the word 'we' that Biema heard was pleasant. Biema's lips involuntarily smiled hearing him. Paris is angry at the moment. "You're smiling. You're teasing me?" ask Paris disappointed.

"No way."

"No. You've already done that. Stop joking with me, Biema," Paris said with sharp, unfriendly eyes.