Ross moves to London in hopes of saving his second marriage. He leaves behind his family, his friends, his museum job and - most importantly - Rachel Greene.
Meanwhile, Rachel is doing her best to put the past behind her. When Ross moves to London, she grabs a job offer in Paris. She immerses herself in a new culture of croissants, Frenchmen, and lots and lots of liquor. She ignores the lingering dreams on her fingertips of a guy she used to kiss in a darkened coffeehouse, after hours, hands in his rain-damp hair, his name on her parted lips.
Little do Ross and Rachel know that they've both booked flights to the Big Apple for New Year's Eve, to see their friends. It's a happy reunion for the old gang! Except, Ross and Rachel cannot be in the same room for five minutes without saying the wrong thing, storming out, or breaking down from the hurt.
When Rachel shows up at Ross' room at midnight with a drunk confession, who will he choose? The wife he gave up everything for, or The One that got away?
𐔌.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⋮ The 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩-𝙢𝙖𝙣 can't help
but fall inlove with you .ᐟ ᯓ ᡣ𐭩
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𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: this fanfic is a smut book so it will obviously include alot of mature content such as..; Sex, violence and brutal deaths
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this series rightfully belongs to Netflix
And This is an X reader btw..