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Four cousins and their best friends reunite in Paris, France in hopes of having a small break from the harsh realities of college life. Only to discover, things never go as planned as personal relationships get mixed, feelings are hurt...
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(Jamie POV)
"I feel really French right now ciao! Oh wait that's Italian, What is it? bonjour? Right?"
Mari asks as he adjusts his navy blue beret while I have a sip of my macchiato out of a small blue coffee mug. Ruining the little leaf drawn the light brown coffee with cream.
"You're the polyglot so you tell me," I smirk as I take another sip, closing my eyes and taking in its warmth.
"I wonder if that's what you look like when you kiss me,"
I choke mid-sip and put the mug down while having a coughing fit in my elbow.
"What?" He giggles while I struggle to get air back into my windpipe.
"I would think I enjoy kissing you a lot better than sipping this coffee," I reply and go back to take another sip while he munches on his croissant.
"Hamie, do you ever wonder what it would be like to be with someone other than me?" He asks out of the blue and I finish the sip this time, slowly putting the mug down to give him a curious look.
"Of course not, where is this coming from?" I ask and he sighs, resting his chin on his small fist as he looks out the busy Paris street.
"I'm the first person you've ever dated Hamie. Maybe the reason why you love me and think I'm so awesome is only because you've never been with anyone else," he says and I start to fear where this insecure conversation was leading too.
"You went through so much for me, a beating, a stabbing, another beating. I just hate hurting you and I feel like I'm always putting you in unnecessary danger." He looks back to me, gently biting his lip.
I take another anxious sip of coffee.
"One, I love you and I don't think anyone can ever compare to you and your uniqueness. And two, you never hurt me Mari. It was just life situations and idiots who felt like getting in our way. I didn't mind, to be honest." I respond. Leaning back in my seat,
"Besides knowing what I do now, I'd beat the shit out of your ex until he's 6 feet under if that's what it took,"
Just the thought of that disgusting man laying a finger on my beautiful Mari makes my blood boil as if I'm going to explode with rage.
"It was just another thought I guess," He smiles and I reach over the small table and caress his cheek.
"I love you so stop..." I pause for a second.
Looking behind Mari's head to see the same woman from yesterday. Her bright blue eyes bore into mine and she turns around and walks away. Mari looks behind his shoulder.
"What's wrong?" He asks as he sees my concerned face.
