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LAURA - PARIS - THE PAST / DREAM

practiced flourish.

The cab pulled up in front of Le Meurice, and I blinked up at the extravagant façade, my stomach twisting. The gold accents shimmered beneath the Parisian streetlights, and the doorman in his pristine uniform barely spared us a glance before pulling the door open with a I turned to Josh, arching a brow. "Really?"

He shrugged, completely unapologetic. "Football pays well- what can I say?"

I rolled my eyes but followed him inside, pretending not to be impressed by the opulence of the lobby, the way the marble floors gleamed under the chandeliers. It wasn't like I hadn't seen places like this before-I had. But still, Josh had a way of making everything feel... different.

The elevator ride was silent, the tension between us thick, and when the doors opened directly into the penthouse, my breath caught. The space was massive, sleek and modern with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the glowing Paris skyline. The kind of place that most people only ever saw in movies.

But I didn't give myself time to be awed.

Instead, I stepped forward, sliding my shoes off the second I crossed the threshold. The plush carpet was warm and impossibly soft beneath my feet, and I sighed, curling my toes 0.00%

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against it.

me, Josh chuckled.

I

glanced back at him and shrugged. "I like the feeling of the

quirked in amusement, but then, without warning, his expression shifted. The air between us grew heavier,

to kiss you, Laura," he murmured, his voice

of heat shot

gaze, my head still buzzing slightly from the alcohol, but not enough to ignore what

way

had

said softly, "are you going to make it

between us. He towered over me, his body radiating heat, his scent-clean, masculine, Josh- wrapping around me like a vice. "And what is

we forget about everything... where we wake up with no

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eyes

And then-

He reached for me.

holding me there like he was afraid I'd disappear.

and he took it as an invitation, his hands sliding down my arms, my waist, gripping my hips and pulling

had always been

Fire. Chaos.

of us knew how