Don't keep the baby

The ride to the unknown location wasn't as nerve-wrecking as you'd expect — at least not for me. I took a nap. Danielle, on the other hand, was doing her due diligence and taking note of every turn along the way.

I was startled awake when we entered some kind of gated housing area. Once parked, I teetered behind Etienne to his doorstep and comfortably collapsed on his couch as soon as I was inside. He laughed and picked up my head to place it on his lap while offering Danielle a charger for her phone. In the meantime, he opened his laptop and started playing some music...some rap...in French. As the rhythmic melodies started to play, I closed my eyes while Etienne stroked my hair. At one point, I think we both dozed off for a few, but after Danielle's phone had enough juice, she indicated that an Uber would soon be on the way. Those words must have sparked something in Etienne because all of a sudden he was wide awake, encouraging Danielle to leave once more and...it appeared his excitement was growing — under my head.

Realizing that I would shortly be alone with my newfound French friend, a series of emotions flashed about in a matter of seconds.

Will I be murdered? Is this what I want? Will he think I'm pretty still? Did I shave my legs? I'm so fat right now. Oh, man, this could be so much fun! YASSSSS!

And after I had settled on titillation, I realized that his "excitement" had continued to grow. Oh, crap. This excitement was down his thigh. How the HELL is this going to work?

Midway through my inner monologues, Danielle stood up to say goodbye. Etienne, again, ushering her out the door. His shirt was halfway off before she'd even closed the front door and by the time she walked in front of the large window, he'd taken mine off as well.

Demanding that I strip down, I slid off my pants with a smirk and was greeted with a smack to the ass as he shoved me toward his bedroom. Tossing me on his bed, Etienne tore off the rest of his clothes. Oh my God.

"OH MY GOD."

Well, apparently I was just saying all of the things in my head out loud now.

"I'm pretty sure this isn't going to work."

He just laughed and accosted me with kisses.

Passion. Moans. Breathy whispers. Intense ecstasy. It was incredible. It was intimate.

He explored my body with a desire that I can't say I'd ever experienced before. And for a situation that might be described as more of a "one-night-stand" scenario, it was especially surprising at how doting he was.

After we reached a point where we had to rest, Etienne pulled me in close whispering sweet nothings in French and English. Is this really happening?

"You're so beautiful..."

He thinks I'm beautiful!

"...(something) (something) beaux yeux..."

Oh...my eyes! He likes my eyes. He could be saying that I smell like garbage and I would still probably swoon at this point.

"Don't keep the baby."

WHAT?!!!! I had almost closed my eyes completely as I enjoyed his kisses sweeping across my forehead and bridge of my nose as well as his gentle voice into my ear when that last one forced my eyes wide open.

Don't keep the baby?! Was there something happening that I'm unaware of?

When I looked up to try and make eye contact with him, he had clearly fallen asleep.

Well, I suppose that will bring me back down to earth. A night of endless passion and sweet romantic moments capped off with a request to terminate a pregnancy should I find myself with child.

Ahhhhh...C'est la vie. Oui Oui.