Mmm, a night with Arno sounds delightful. The sounds from the cafe drifting upstairs as we hastily devoid each other of cloths. Then it would be a night of generous teasing before he couldn’t take anymore. He’d wrap his arms around me, holding my body close as he sheathed himself deep within me. His breath mingling with mine as he whispered, “Je pourrais rester comme ça pour toujours.” As my nails racked his back, he’d smirk before pounding into fast and furious until we both collapse.

Translation: Je pourrais rester comme ça pour toujours (I could stay like this forever)