TANGLED WITH YOU ✓ [COMPLETED]

68|●Marry me

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“Do we have to go, Avi?” I whined, folding my arms over my chest with the most dramatic pout I could manage.

He was standing by the window, already dressed and annoyingly irresistible, while I sat on the edge of the bed in my robe, not even pretending to hide my reluctance.

His eyes flicked to me, and for a second, I saw his resolve waver. I knew that look. The you’re-too-cute-for-your-own-good look. Victory was this close.

But then he smirked. “You were the one who kept asking to see the Eiffel Tower up close,” he said, raising a brow like he had logic on his side.

Okay, fair. “Yeah… but—” I started, voice softening, hoping he’d pick up on the silent but I want to stay wrapped up with you all night instead part.

“No buts,” he said, stepping closer and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear with that stupidly gentle touch that always turned me into mush. “It’s our last night here. We’re leaving tomorrow, Aana. Let’s make the most of it—we can’t spend our final night in Paris stuck in the room.”

I scoffed. “Says the one who didn’t let me leave the room for three days, remember?”

That made him pause. He tried to fight it, but I caught the twitch of a smile on his lips. Gotcha.

“Don’t change the subject, Aana,” he said, trying to sound stern, but his eyes gave him away.

I sighed, dragging it out dramatically just to test him further. “Fiiine…” I finally gave in with the fakest defeat I could muster. “As you wish, Mr. Dora the Explorer.”

That got him.

He blinked. “What?” he said, surprised, followed by a laugh that made my stomach flutter.

I smirked, tilting my head like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re dragging me all over Paris like it’s some adventure quest. So yeah—Dora the Explorer fits.”

He shook his head, chuckling. “If I’m Dora, does that make you Boots?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Did you just call me a monkey?”

His grin widened as he leaned in. “The cutest monkey I’ve ever seen.”

I tried to keep my face straight. I really did. But it cracked, and the smile slipped through. He always did that—ruined my bad mood with his charm.

“You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, even though I was smiling now.

“And you love me for it.”

God, I really did. I rolled my eyes with a dramatic sigh, but I knew he saw the sparkle in them. “Yeah… I do, unfortunately.”

He brushed his nose against mine, his voice quieter this time. “And I am the luckiest man on earth.”

My heart did this ridiculous little dance in my chest. What I didn’t know was that this night wasn’t just about sightseeing or soaking in the last hours of Paris. Something was different in his eyes. Something more.