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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.

Josh

I

and shrugged. "I like the feeling of the carpet

without warning, his expression shifted. The air between us grew heavier, the warmth in his eyes darkening

want to kiss you, Laura," he

pulse of heat shot through

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

ignore the way my

had to

I let you," I said softly, "are you going to make it

me, his body radiating heat, his scent-clean, masculine, Josh- wrapping around me like a vice.

just one night where we forget about everything... where we wake up with no expectations of each

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jaw ticked, his eyes flickering

And then-

He reached for me.

like he was afraid I'd disappear. I melted into him, my fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt as he deepened

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

had always been like this

Fire. Chaos.

of us