Holly managed to get through to the second round. It was a close match, but just like Dom, she managed to take out straight sets.
Whilst the first group of second round competitors begin, Dom and Holly get three rest days. Though we already know Dom's player Fritz, all courts are being used for the finishing up of first round matches and the start of second round matches.
Today, the rest day includes sightseeing. I know we should be focusing on practising, but I don't want to push Dom too hard. He's in a good position, body working hard, mind in a good place. I don't want to ruin that.
Stack wasn't too pleased with the idea, but after Philip and Paul got on board, Ladley agreed that Holly could use a stress free day, and Jayce told Stack that the Louvre was only a nineteen minute drive away, we finally won her over.
"But tomorrow, you're all going to work ten times harder." Stack jabs her finger at us as we climb into our rental car.
I'm seated at the back of the car in between Holly and Dom. Dom keeps grinning down at me, his leg pushing up against my own to let me know he's there.
"Where to first?" The driver asks.
"Well, we'll drive past the Arc de Triomphe on our way to the Louvre, so we'll be hitting two birds with one stone. And then the Eiffel Tower is twelve minutes from the Louvre." Jayce states matter of factly. All our eyes fall on him, and the silence causes Jayce to notice our curious gazes. "We're in Paris, it's the city of love, I did my research, sue me."
Dom chuckles, shaking his head at his mates interest in Paris. "Are you hoping to get your French kissing on?" Dom snickers, causing Jayce to swivel in his seat and shoot Dom a warning glare.
"So, what if I am?" Jayce's glare quickly turns into a sly grin. "At least I can do it in public."
The car falls into silence, and Dom's leg readjusts, moving from leaning against mine. Jayce's face falls, realising the weight of his comment in a car full of people unaware of my situation with Dom.
"Just because I'm a tennis professional doesn't mean I can't snog whoever I want, Jayce." Holly jumps in suddenly, taking me by surprise. "We can French kiss any time you'd like, babe."
Jayce's face turns bright red as he makes eye contact with a very serious looking Holly.
"None of that, thank you." Ladley interjects herself into the conversation. "You need to be focused, Holly."
I watch Holly closely. Her eyes do not leave Jayce's. There's an unspoken conversation being had between them. I'm dying to know what's being said.
Holly blows a kiss at Jayce, eyes menacing, but face stoney. She knows she's playing with him, I'm just curious as to how.
Jayce's nose twitches before turning swiftly in his seat to face the front. My eyes move over to Dom's, who, in return, raises a sceptical eyebrow.
"Yes, no scandals, please." Stack looks back at us all, eyes landing immediately on Dom and I.
It was probably a mistake to bring Jayce, Holly, Dom, and I to this tournament...in Paris.
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Walking into the pyramid at the Louvre has me stunned. We're going down an escalator, Holly is beside me, Dom bedide Jayce.
"Thanks for jumping in before and saving my ass." I nudge her softly.
Holly, in her Vivienne Westwood sunglasses, turns to me and dips them down slowly. "You owe me," she mutters.
"Are you going to French kiss Jayce?" I snicker, and Holly fully raises her sunglasses atop her long blonde locks.
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Matchpoint
RomanceYou fill me with such rage, such competitiveness, such arrogance. ♤♤♤ Clove Dunn has lived her life hidden in the shadows of her famous parents. Her mother, a professional tennis player with six grandslams to her name, and her father, the most prest...
