The night had deepened, the streets twinkling with faint lights as a few small mosquitoes darted around as if performing a silent mime. There weren't many pedestrians, but those present were couples walking arm in arm—the nightlife in Paris was just beginning.
"You're a liar, a thief; you always use those sweet words to bewitch women and then steal away their hearts," Sophie staggered as she walked, speaking in a slurred manner, her disposition resembling that of someone intoxicated.
Of course, she wasn't drunk; she was even able to leap onto the steps of a street garden, stretching out her arms for balance, giggling as she walked a good distance. Her cheeks were flushed, not from alcohol, but from intense passion evident in her eyes, a sultry, contented look as if she still reveled in immense satisfaction.
"So, have I stolen your heart yet, Sophie?" Adrian caught her hand as she jumped down, pulling her into his embrace.
