‟Did she? That’s quite an admirable quality. What’s your favorite memory?” Layla smiled softly, her curiosity now igniting. ‟French, yeah. I studied it quite aggressively while I was still in school, though I feel I’ve forgotten a good portion of it. I couldn’t possibly tell the difference between the words macaroon and croissant even if my life depended on it.” And now she’s joking again, her smile growing wider.
"Right now? When I’m with you.“ He confesses, bringing a light kiss to her lips before hearing small memories of her past. Even the most minuscule gave him interest. "I remember studying German for half my life, though French sounds far more sexy. It’s a shame you forgot most of it. I would’ve liked it if you spoke to me in French while we’re under the sheets.” He gives a subtle shrug and smile, avoiding her gaze though his grin is still present.
