*Anaïs*
As I run through the streets of Montmartre, my heart feels like it’s about to burst from my chest.
The mix of confusion, fear, and guilt swirls inside me, making it hard to breathe. I can’t get the memory of Griff’s kiss out of my head. It was so powerful, intense, and unlike anything I have ever experienced before. But I shouldn’t have let it happen. I’m engaged to Mathis, and I have never been the type of girl to betray someone’s trust. I am definitely not the type to cheat.
I try to convince myself that Griff, or the marque or whomever he really is, just wanted to get into my panties. That was why he said all those things about us belonging together, trying to make me doubt my relationship with Mathis. But deep down, I know there’s more to it than that. Griff seems genuinel
