The music swallows us whole, bass thumping, bodies pressed close, heat and movement everywhere. Lilly dances like she was born for it, carefree and electric. I try to keep up, laughing despite myself, letting the rhythm carry me.
For a moment, just a moment, I forget. Well, that is until someone bumps into Lilly.
A tall, dark-haired man with a charming smile. They exchange a few words I can’t hear, and then just like that, he spins her away.
“Lilly!” I shout, but she only throws me a thumbs-up over her shoulder.
Traitor.
I step back, suddenly very aware of my body, my condition, and the sweat clinging to my skin. I make my way back to the booth, heart still racing, and sit. I’ve barely settled when someone appears in front of me.
“Bonsoir.”
I look up. He’s handsome in an effortless way. Clean-cut, kind eyes, and a soft accent. He leans closer so I can hear him over the music.
“I hope I’m not interrupting. I saw you sitting alone.”
I smile politely. “My friend abandoned me.”
He chuckles. “Then allow me to keep you company.”
He sits, respectful, not crowding me. We talk about Paris, about travel, about nothing important. He leans in now and then, his voice warm near my ear.
He’s nice, I’ll admit, but the problem is I feel nothing.
He doesn’t make me feel the way Adrian does or the way Noah once did. If anything, what I feel around him is closer to how other men used to make me feel. No spark. No flutter. No pull... Just emptiness.
I enjoy his company, though and he’d make a good friend.
We continue talking and just as I am getting into it, the air changes again and a shadow falls over us.
A hand closes around my wrist. I gasp and turn only to come face-to-face with Noah.
His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are dark and furious.
“What the hell are you doing?” he snaps.
Before I can answer, he yanks me to my feet.
“Hey...” I protest, stumbling.
The man stands. “Is there a problem?”
“Yes,” Noah growls. “There is.”
He pulls me away, threading through the crowd like a force of nature. Lilly appears out of nowhere, eyes wide.
“Noah, what the hell?”
“Stay out of this,” he snaps without looking back. “I’m taking her back to the hotel.”
“You don’t get to..."
“I said stay the fuck out of it.”
The cold authority in his voice stops her.
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