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Paislee would probably hate me for this. She would hate me, but I knew she would love me still.
I looked out the window as soon as I heard the announcement that we were landing soon in Paris. It was roughly a 24-hour flight with two stops, but I didn’t get a wink of sleep. The exhilaration kept me awake the whole time. I wasn’t feeling tired at all. Not even a bit.
I broke my promise. It was the only damn promise that I would risk breaking.
I had not seen Paislee for four years. Just as she wished, I settled for the calls and text messages we had. I wasn’t sure how I was able to withstand the distance between us and the amount of longing I had for being away. There were a lot of times when I was tempted to book a ticket and fly to her side. All I wanted to do was touch her, kiss h
