Rushing up to the golden gate, I finish swiping on my lip balm and stuff it in my purse. It was a few minutes before noon when I said I would meet Jimin here at Château de Versailles but I still hate running late to anything. Pulling out my cellphone to see if he had texted me, I let out a breath of relief that I haven't gotten a message wondering if I was still coming.

Jimin and I had been texting randomly throughout the week. Strictly on a platonic basis, of course; asking about each other's days or wondering what the other had for lunch. I found myself smiling at the sound of my text message notification one too many times and had to remind myself to be cool. Still, it's nice to have a new friend who has been such a joy to get to know.

My soles of my sneakers smack against the bricked ground as I try to keep my hair from messing up in the wind. Standing in the back of the line for the ticket sales, I raise up on the tips of my toes and crane my neck to see if I can spot the man I'm here to meet but before I finish browsing all of the faces, I feel a warm hand coming to rest on my mid-back.

"I was starting to think you changed your mind," Jimin hums close to my ear in an enchantingly honey-dipped voice and my entire body prickles from the heat of his touch.

Turning to face him, I'm thankful that the cool breeze is able to bring me back to my senses. Holding out my arms, he wraps me up in a friendly hug being careful to not linger for too long. As we pull away, he smiles down at me while I respond, "No, I wouldn't have changed my mind. I'm sorry that I was running late."

Shrugging, he looks at the time on his phone, "Twelve o'clock on the dot. I'd say you're right on time. I got here a little early, didn't want you to wait on me."

Just the fact that he was considerate enough to make sure I didn't have to wait on him makes me grin. That just makes me realize that my husband acts like he's incapable of meeting the bare minimum. It really shouldn't be that hard.

Cameron and I didn't exactly all of a sudden start making amends in our relationship after we had sex the other night. We had moments of polite conversation that made me have a glimmer of sudden hope but it was soon replaced by him not coming home until late at night again, only to go straight into the den to play video games without even a hello to me.

The line, although long, was moving at a decent pace as Jimin stood by my side. We had the opportunity to catch up on our weeks and I avoided talking about my failing marriage and instead focused on happier conversations such as something funny I saw happening to a tourist recently and the new recipe I tried out last night. He hung onto every word I spoke as if I was the most interesting person in the world, even if it really wasn't anything that intriguing, and the continuous eye contact he held drew me into every reply he made.

He followed up by telling me his struggles with ordering food the other night, thinking he was going to get one thing and got something totally different instead. His frustrated tone as he retold the story was quite endearing. I giggle when I have him repeat back what he had requested and corrected him on how to properly pronounce what he actually wanted. A hint of blush adorns his cheeks as his eyes go into adorable crescents when he realizes his mistake.

We reach the ticketer and I immediately go into my purse to pull out my wallet only to find that Jimin has already paid for the both of us and was waiting by the entrance with an extended hand and a proud grin as if he just accomplished something.

"You didn't have to pay for me, too." Nibbling on my bottom lip with a gracious smile, I place my smaller hand in his.

Gripping a bit tighter, he lightly tugs me inside, "I know I didn't have to. I wanted to. You're taking the time to show me around, it's the least I could do."

"I'm happy to."

"I'm happy that you're happy to," he teases causing me to let out a small chuckle and shake my head at his playfulness.

To my surprise, I'm not the first one to make the move to let go of his hand, and judging by the way his fingers lingered on mine until eventually slipping away, I don't think he even wanted to. Still, we both know the small touch isn't appropriate. Neither are the invasive sensual thoughts that re-enter my mind every time I look at him.

Ever since I found myself fantasizing about Jimin the other night, I haven't been able to shake those images or lustful feelings. I've even found myself thinking of him when I self-pleasure, no matter how much I tell myself not to.

But I keep the conversation casual and strictly friendly. He doesn't know about these dangerous desires that have been plaguing my mind and I intend to keep it that way. Jimin is sexy. There's no doubt about that. There's also no doubting that I am totally unhappy in my marriage and quite honestly, no longer attracted to my husband.

Physically, Cameron is easy on the eyes. His dark hair contrasts with his piercing blue eyes and slightly tanned skin along with his toned body and perfect smile. Physically, there's no reason why I should lose interest in my husband and I appreciate the fact he doesn't let himself go.

However, for me at least, attraction, especially sexual attraction, isn't solely based on appearance. A man can be the hottest guy on the planet and if he's either not compatible with my personality or is a complete douche then I will no longer get aroused by the mere sight of him.

This is where Jimin has unknowingly squeezed his way into my salacious thoughts in the depths of the night and in the privacy of my mind. At least so far, since I honestly don't know him that well yet, he hasn't been anything short of kind and even understanding. He's probably the easiest person I've found to be able to talk to in a long time and I even easily trust him with some very personal information that no one else in my life even really knows about.

But knowing what makes me tick when it comes to arousal, is also the reason why I'm not thinking too deeply into why Jimin's face and voice have been popping up when I'm on the verge of climax. I'm sure it will be short-lived but for now, it's better than being sexually frustrated and unable to even masturbate like I had been unable to do for the past few months.

"This is wonderful," Jimin whispers in awe as we walk through the architectural beauty with an abundance of details and the thousands of paintings on the walls that date back centuries.

"I figured you would like it." I smile at him as he stops and slowly spins with his head craned up towards the ceiling while he takes it all in.

"This is like a palace," he states as he steps up to one of the paintings on the enormous wall to get a better look.

Giggling, I place my hand on his shoulder, "Jimin, it is a palace. We really need to work on your French history as well, I see."

Looking down at me, his cheeks pinken to a hue that resembles the spring flowers in the garden outside. "Guess so."

Our eyes linger on one another for a moment as I find myself lost in the way his chocolate orbs sparkle with a hint of gold when the light glimmers against them. Clearing my throat, I nod my head to gesture we walk into the next room to continue the tour in the palace that was last occupied in the nineteenth century.

"I know I shouldn't rush you but where are you planning on taking me next week?" Jimin questions with a grin he's trying to force away.

"Hm," I ponder out loud as we slowly walk through the large room, letting other tourists pass us up much more quickly. "I haven't really thought of it that far. Anywhere, in particular, you'd like to see?"

"Anywhere with you is fine with me," he nonchalantly states. The quick glance in my direction informs me that he didn't quite think that through before the words slipped from his plump pout.

God, that pout. Those lusciously smooth lips that he nervously licks the longer I take to reply. "Maybe next week we'll go to one of my favorite places to eat. I don't want to see all of the tourist spots too quickly. There's much more to Paris and even France than what's shown in the movies, after all."

His chest expands and deflates as he relaxes his nerves, "I'm at your mercy."

Holding out his elbow as he typically does in such a gentlemanly way, he waits for me to hook my arm with his before we continue through the château's luxurious grounds.

For most of the tour, we stayed in the back of the crowd in our own little bubble while taking in all of the sights and listening to the thickly-accented guide give details even I had forgotten since the last time I had been here many years ago. Every time a word or a phrase was spoken that Jimin didn't understand, he looked at me for guidance and I helped him with his pronunciation which seemed to be getting better each time.

It wasn't until we stepped out into the immense garden that the group of tourists broke apart and we ended up walking on our own entirely. Now with our arms unhooked and simply walking side-by-side, we peacefully stride next to each other as the birds sing their delicate songs and the sun warms our skin from the brisk breeze.

"I do have to admit," he speaks up after a few minutes, "this has probably been the best Saturday I've had in France so far."

"What are your Saturdays normally like?" I question as I stick my hands into my jacket pocket.

"Too much sleep, unnecessary work, or drinking alone."

"No more drinking alone," I glare at him until the corners of my mouth tilt upwards with my eyes squinting through my smile.

"Are you planning on drinking with me in that case?" He raises his brows and lightly nudges me with his shoulder.

"Text me and we'll see." My voice comes off much more playfully flirtatious than I intended for it to but at the same time, I'm not regretting it.

I catch him grinning as he turns his head away from me and my heart flutters at the sight. I know that I should scold myself for allowing my heart to react in such a way but it's not like I would win that battle. The moment I make him smile again or he even says my name, I am fully aware that those flutters will return. Caused by both anxiety and excitement, I don't hate that it happens when he is around.

I missed this feeling.

"You look beautiful today, by the way. I don't think I mentioned that earlier, and for that, I apologize," he licks his lips again and I fight the urge to watch his tongue moisten the area.

"I'm just in jeans and sneakers. Not exactly my most stylish outfit ever."

"You don't need anything extra to be beautiful."

My face heats at his words and my body starts to react the same way. I almost find myself wanting to shrug out of my jacket but don't want to make it too obvious either so instead I just nod and give him my sincere gratitude for his kind words.

"I have a meeting with Josie on Monday to go over the details of the ad before we shoot the commercial and still-shots. Will you be there?" I take a deep breath and turn to face him again with wide eyes, hoping that my cheeks have returned to a normal color.

Pulling out his phone, he looks through what I assume to be his schedule before he stuffs it back into this jeans pocket. "I'll be there."

"Good." I try my hardest to not smile too much at the thought of being able to see him again so soon.

Reaching up to my hair, he pulls out a piece of debris that must have been floating in the air and got caught in my tresses. My chest rises and falls unevenly at his proximity and the smell of his masculine cologne on his wrist. Forbidden fruit, that's what Park Jimin is. Tempting but off-limits.

"I guess our afternoon has come to an end," he mentions as I just now realize that we've seen everything there is to offer at this destination.

"I guess so," I reply just above a whisper, almost entranced by him.

"May I take you home? In a taxi, of course."

"Sure." Nodding my head, he turns and waits for me to follow him until I make a move to leave, forcing my feet to move when I don't really want them to.

I wish our afternoon could have lasted much longer than it had.