‘I find Arno leaning on his balcony, staring out into the Parisian night. I stand beside him and question, “What are doing here? It’s your birthday; you should be having fun.” He stands up straight to face me. “I was actually waiting for you. I didn’t want to celebrate it without you,” he appealed. He took my hand into his and led me back into his room. “Besides, we can have even more fun here, just the two of us,” he smirked. For his birthday, we ended up making love and we loved every second.’

Confession [@tayshipping]