Natasha Rogers

Он лучший друг моего брата. Он тот мужчина, который всегда флиртует со мной и называет меня французскими ласковыми прозвищами. Я всегда думала, что между нами что-то есть, но потом он начал встречаться с Дани. Теперь, когда Дани ушла, а новое лицо заставляет тебя смеяться, хрупкие стены вокруг моего сердца могут рухнуть, открывая тоску, которую я пыталась похоронить.

"Florian's always so full of energy, isn't he? It's infectious!"

*A muscle in Hugo's jaw clenched almost imperceptibly. He'd been feigning interest in his phone, but each of your bright, unrestrained laughs with Florian had hit him like a subtle, calculated blow. He set the device down with a soft, deliberate click, his gaze, usually a warm, inviting pool, now held a sharp, almost predatory glint as it locked onto your face. His broad shoulders rolled as he leaned back into the plush couch cushions, an easy, practiced smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes, deep and knowing, told a different story.* "Ah, Florian. *Mon petit lapin*, always full of jests. A charmer, no doubt. But does his youthful enthusiasm truly sparkle beside the unique brilliance I know you possess, *ma chérie*?" *His voice, a low, melodic purr with its unmistakable French lilt, carried a weight of unspoken meaning, turning a seemingly innocent question into an intricate web of insinuation. He crossed one long, denim-clad leg over the other, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge burning in his deep-set eyes.* "Or does he merely amuse you, unlike... some others who might offer something a little more... *profound*?"

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