I took a lift down to the reception to ask where the spa was. Every member of the staff I run into greeted me charmingly and delicately, as if I was an Arabian princess, or the president's daughter. Those gestures made me understand that people did not pay ten thousand pounds a night just to sleep in cashmere bed-dressing, or to use Dior toiletries in marble baths, but to feel important. I felt important, and it had nothing to do with the almost-reverences I was receiving. I felt important, and reckoned that luxury may not be overrated, but that feeling surely was.

The two women at the reception desk were whispering when I arrived. As I walked closer, I saw they were holding some blue papers. They hid them as soon as they noticed me, but I already knew where they had come from. Fleming&Florey.

"C-Can I help you, miss?" one of them asked, startled, and almost kneeling before me once again.

"I am looking for the spa."

"Oh, it's on the first floor madam, I'll help you there." the other one stated.

She led me to the lift again, and walked me through chandelier lit corridors.

"Here it is, miss: The Dior Institute. Can I help you with anything else?"

I thought about it for a couple of seconds.

"Actually, yes."

She opened her eyes widely, intrigued.

"Just don't kiss Fleming&Florey's asses."

Her jaw dropped, and I opened the white doors to the spa, holding laughter back. As soon as I entered the steam sauna, and nobody could hear me, I let it go. I had never acted in such a vulgar way before. I definitely had to do it more often, it felt liberating.

Suddenly, I noticed that I wasn't alone in the steam. There was someone else hiding himself, and perhaps his sense of embarrassment too, in the vapor. My laughter stopped and I gasped.

"I was making bets with myself about how much time it would take you to notice me."

I sighed, relieved.

"David?"

He walked closer to me, and I made out his perfectly sculptured body. He was wearing a navy Tommy Hilfiger swimsuit, and I was glad I had chosen my red balconette bikini. He sat by my side, and our arms touched. My mind drifted back to the night I first met him, to when our arms had brushed, lying on Africa's backyard, stoned. How hadn't I recognized him then? How had I forgotten about him when Luke came into my life?

"What were you laughing so hard about?" he asked, amused.

"Actually, it wasn't funny. I saw the women at the reception whispering over a bunch of Fleming&Florey brochures."

"Are you sure?" he asked, his tone swiftly serious.

"Well, I didn't get to read the brochures, but I know that paper was Fleming&Florey's, it was familiar... I've seen it before."

"Quite a day of déjà vu-s, huh? First the song, now this."

I nodded.

"I was just having another one, actually." I admitted, and I blushed.

"Really?"

He moved slightly, and his arm brushed my leg again. It astounded me that I could shiver inside of a ninety degree room.

"Yes... I remembered the first time we met, the moment... we were lying on Africa's backyard... Your arm touched mine, just like it did now..."

I blushed intensely and hoped the vapor would make me disappear. How had I dared to say something that silly aloud? Paris had surely messed with my sense of boundaries between myself and other people. My chairs were looking towards the streets now... Towards David. He didn't seem embarrassed by what I had shared. I thought I saw him smile.

"Do you know what I remember most from that night? You running along the shore, and your dress lifting, showing that... that perfectly sexy butt."

I laughed and blushed some more. He had never said something like that to me, something that made my insides crumble so much.

"I know I probably shouldn't have shared that. Sorry." he said, but he was laughing too. "It just shocked me then that such a beautiful body could go together with such a beautiful person. That image of your dress lifting accompanied me for many months, I have to admit. Until I saw you again. Then more images joined that first one."

He was serious now. I didn't want to lose him. I gathered all the bravery left inside of me, and grabbed his hand.

"Do you want more images to join that collection?"

He looked at me intensely. I could see his dreamy hazel eyes through the vapor. I could smell him over the eucalyptus scent. He looked like he needed something else, a promise that I could already make.

"I am not afraid anymore. You are... like a ride I have never taken before. I didn't expect to fall for you, David."

He moved the hand that was not holding mine and caressed my cheek. The vapor didn't let me read his eyes, so I decided to take his caress as a signal that he liked what I was telling him. I had never been so sincere to anyone. Not even to Luke. I had never said something so risky.

"You're so complete, so... separate from me. You're intense, and I would never be able to let go with you. With..." I started, but I didn't want to mention Luke. "I am used to feeling like I don't have to be in control when I am in love. I have always looked for something in which I am not in charge. I have wanted love to be the only aspect in my life where I could be different. Careless, nonchalant, absent-minded. And now I think that's why it didn't turn out right, because I was looking for a rest in being me. Now I want to be me. With you."

He moved his other hand to my other cheek, and brought my face closer to him. The mole on his upper lip drove me insane. His hazel stare made me dizzy. He suddenly moved forward and pressed his lips to mine.

His kisses were ardent, hungry, maddening. Not like the ones by the Thames. He was sure now. He put his arms around my waist and I climbed onto his lap. The vapor seemed even more concentrated and sizzling than before. I trailed kisses along his perfect jaw. He tasted of eucalyptus and yearning. He put his arms around my waist again and pressed me closer to him; close enough for me to feel how much he wanted me between my legs. I moved my hands up and down his tan, robust torso.

He broke our kiss as he moved his hands to the strings of my top, and asked for permission with his eyes. I responded by kissing him again, and the red bikini fell to the ground. I couldn't believe I was not suffocating in that combination of a moist, red-hot atmosphere and an even damper, torrid state; but I didn't feel out of breath, I just felt like I needed more of him, like my skin against his, my chest squashed against his hard, tan torso, wasn't close enough. He moved his hands from my waist to my boobs and moaned as he squeezed them. He bit my neck with his white, perfectly aligned teeth, making me join his groans.

I instinctively moved my hand down and slipped it into his swimsuit.

"Oh, Tessa... That feels so good..." he whined, as I gripped his hardening.

We stood up hastily so that we could take his swimsuit and my Brazilian bottom off, and he pushed me onto a wall as soon as we let them fall. He was fierce, raving, breathing heavily. There was no oxygen in the room, but we didn't even need it, we just needed to find each other's release.

"Do you want this?" he asked, as he traced kisses along my forehead.

I nodded, and he swiftly turned me around. He bit my neck, trapped my hips and pressed his erection against my butt, roaring. I supported myself on the misted up wall as he deliciously rubbed himself on me, simultaneously caressing my most sensitive spot with his hands, making me moan harder than ever before.

"Lie down." he said, pointing towards the bench we had been sat at before.

I did as he said instantly. I couldn't think, I was just eager for what he was going to do next. I almost came just watching his beautiful, flawless face lean between my legs. His hazel eyes assured me that he was never going to hurt me.

He kissed my bare groins delicately, brushing his sensual lips dangerously close to my volcano, provoking me ruthlessly, driving me mad, and almost making me plead him to move his tongue to the centre of my fire. My legs involuntarily moved upwards, in an attempt to be as close to that mouth as possible.

He moved his hands up to cup my breasts, and he stopped his torturous assault to contemplate me.

"Oh, please, David, don't stop..."

The sight of him giving me that kind of pleasure almost made me orgasm. He leaned in again and put his tongue where I craved it the most, and he circled it and gently bit it while uncontrollable arousal built up inside me and burnt my soul.

"Oh, David... That's... so... hot..."

He kept biting the key to my pleasure gently and unraveled my ecstasy, making my body convulse, sending me over the moon.

Just when I thought I couldn't feel better than that, he let his dazzling body fall on top of me and penetrated me abruptly. He filled me so perfectly. I stared at him, and heard the pounding of both our hearts. I had never felt so connected to anyone.

He moved in and out of me ferociously, lifting my legs up and grabbing my butt, and kissing me meanwhile. His mouth then moved from my mouth to my cleavage, and his movements sped up even more as he licked and bit my breasts.

"Oh... Oh... Tess... I want to be as inside of you as possible... Yes..."

He groaned loudly and let go. Watching him come undone because of me, I leant my head back, feeling euphoria unfold once again.

"Oh, yes, Tess! I love you! I love you!"

What did you think of this chapter? Do you think that there might be something more to Tessa's déjà vu-s? Did you like her hot moment with David? Let me know in the comments! I will upload the following chapter tonight, at 22h30 UK-time :)

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