*Harper*
I reread the letter on my screen three times, trying to make sense of the offer from École des Beaux-Arts in Paris. As much as I want to immediately text all the guys and get their input, I force myself to wait, trying to take it all in and process it before I talk to any of them.
It should be an easy yes. It’s what I’ve always wanted–the chance to live abroad, to teach, to immerse myself in a city that practically breathes art. But there’s no such thing as easy when my heart belongs to four different men, and all of them are here.
When I’ve fully taken it in, the first person I want to talk about it with is Rafe. I already know he’ll be supportive. He always is. But after all the years I’ve known him, I’ve come to truly value what he thinks and feels.
I hit call and press th
