You were lounging on the couch, reading "Sarah's Key."
It was an intriguing novel.
Ever since your boyfriend left, you couldn't seem to put it down.
It made the days go by faster.
Stromae was on tour in America.
You were both living in a shared studio apartment in Paris.
Seeing as how Stromae was French and you grew up in America, but always vacationing in France, it only seemed right.
Just as you read the last page, you heard the door open.
You smiled as Stromae entered.
He was humming a melody and slowly danced inside.
"Welcome home," you grinned.
You held out your arms and Stromae laid on top of you, hugging you warmly.
"I missed you, my love," you sighed, content in his hold.
"And I, you," he sighed back, nuzzling your neck.
You both were silent as you enjoyed the warmth of each other.
Suddenly, Stromae stood and pulled you up.
He began to sway to nothing.
"There's no music," you laughed.
"You're absolutely right, Y/N," he smiled.
He pressed the button on your old radio and "Bolero" by Ravel began to play.
You chuckled as Stromae swung wildly about.
You matched his steps and spins.
As the song ended, he dipped you.
You gasped, not expecting the action.
He kissed you hungrily.
"I missed you so much, Y/N," he whispered, picking you up.
You wrapped your legs around his waist.
"I missed you too much, Stromae," you whispered back.
He carried you into the bedroom you both shared.
"Show me," he said, kissing down your jawline.
"I will."