When they arrived at the mansion, Bastien carefully got out of the car carrying Kate in his arms. She was deeply asleep. He took her to their bedroom, gently removed her makeup so as not to wake her, then undressed her. That night, he wouldn’t be a gentleman—he didn’t plan on putting pajamas on her. He wanted her naked, only for him. He tucked her under the covers, undressed himself, and lay beside her, wrapping her in his arms. He wanted to feel her skin against his. As soon as she opened her eyes in the morning, she’d pay for even thinking about wanting strippers at her bachelorette party. Bastien kissed her lips, stroked her back, and let his hands roam the softness of her body. Soon, he fell asleep, intoxicated by her scent.

The next morning, Kate felt his warm body, his skin brushing against hers. She opened her eyes and smiled. She kissed his neck and his lips. Instinctively, Bastien’s arms wrapped around her.

—"Are we naked?" —Kate asked playfully. Bastien smiled and kissed her