Does love really exist, or is it only an illusion meant to trap two lovers? After all, J. Daniel Atlas doesn't do the "relationship thing."
Prequel to "Love is Like a Playing Card"
Only rated "mature " for language (throughout story) and smut (chapt...
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The next day, the team had decided to collectively take a break from their adventures as crime conductors. They awoke early the next morning to check out the tourist attractions in Paris despite Merritt's pleas to sleep in an extra hour. They had traveled up the steps to the top of the Eifel Tower, admiring the views of Paris from each of its angles. After taking the elevator back down to the ground, the team divided. Danny and Sutton were exhausted from the walk, as they had very little to sleep from the amount of adrenaline running through their veins from the night before.
As they walked to the hotel, Sutton's mind started to wander. She thought about all the moments Danny and her have shared since their meeting. As she thought about the night Tressler became their benefactor, she smiled.
"What are you smiling at?" Danny asked, knocking into her shoulder lightly.
"I'm just thinking about the night you tried to kiss me," Sutton admitted.
"W-Why?" Danny blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.
Sutton gave a small giggle. "I don't know. Maybe I was just hoping you would try again."
"Y-You were?" Danny stuttered.
Sutton nodded sheepishly. "I was just wondering what all the fuss is about. You know, why all those girls fall at your feet to sleep with you."
"Maybe it's because I'm irresistible," Danny smirked, cockily strutting through the Paris streets.
Sutton rolled her eyes. "I knew I shouldn't have told you."
Danny opened the door to their hotel, holding it open for Sutton. "No, no. I think it is very healthy for your little secret to be out in the open."
Sutton scoffed. "I highly doubt you mean that, Danny. You just enjoy knowing something that could help you get under my skin."
"I never said I wouldn't do it," Danny winked as he slid the room card through the key reader.
"Oh, please," Sutton mumbled, heading for her room. "You wouldn't do it because you know the others would get a rise out of it."
Danny sighed heavily as he kicked off his shoes. He watched as Sutton turned on her heel and the sound of her door closing erupted through the hotel room. Kissing Sutton was not on his "to do list," but he certainly wouldn't hate it. Did she mean what she said, that she really did just want to see what all the other girls enjoyed about kissing him? If he kissed her, would he be able to stop?
Behind her closed door, the same thoughts racked Sutton's brain. She sat at the foot of her bed cross-legged, replaying their conversation in her mind. Had she just given J. Daniel Atlas the perfect opportunity to test her limits? Would he use her words to his advantage? After all, neither of them were drunk. They were each in complete control of their actions.
