Desert Princes Bride

“Whathappened，Aveline?”Zayedinquired.“Nothing，”sherepliedtersely.Zayedgazedoutofthepenthousesuite’sfloor-to-ceilingglasswindow，theEiffelTowerstandingtallbeforehim.Aveline’sjerkynodacknowledgedthebeautyofthemorning.“Abeautifulmorningforanewstart，”Zayedmurmured，pullingAvelinecloser.Butsheresisted，askingsharply，“Whatstart?”Zayedhesitated，thencontinued，“Ourlife，Aveline.Afterlastnight—”HiswordswerecutoffbyAva’ssarcasticlaughter.“Afterlastnight，what?”sheretorted.“Sexisnotapromise，Zayed!”Shelefthimspeechless.“Aveline.Lastnight—Ithought—”Zayedstruggled.“Youthoughtwhat?”Aveline’seyesblazed.“ThatjustbecauseIsleptwithyou，Iforgoteverythingyoudidtome?”Heraccusationhungheavy.“Ifyes，thenyouarebloodynaive，Zayed.”