You pulled him through the small marketplace you had just bought one of those small handmade wicker baskets.
You had bought tomatoes, baguettes and some meat you didn’t knew what was called but Francis had promised that it was to die for.
You guys had been dating for a while now. At first when he had asked you to be his, you had answered “hell no!”. And when he asked you why you had told him all the reasons why, there was; Lisa and Ann and Fanny and Lola and what’s her name.
That hadn’t stopped him from trying to get you to be his girl he had really tried and as far as you knew he hadn’t slept with anyone when he tried to win you over.
You had all ways had a thing for his long blonde hair and blue eyes so it didn’t took long before you decided to give him a chance. And he really had chanced or sort of, he was still a perverted pig but who wasn’t once in a while. And today at the marketplace hadn’t he looked a