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Rory’s pov

Yesterday at the office

“Come here, babe,” I say, opening my arms for Paris and hoping she doesn’t realise the documents she had requested before, are now on her desk.

She comes into my arms and presses her body against mine, sighing heavily. “I’m glad I’m back. I missed you so much. The nights were lonely without your arms.” She murmurs into my chest and wrapped her arms around my upper section.

Still, lying to me while I know the truth? Real classy, Paris.

“You still must be exhausted from what we just had.”

Paris has always been a wonderful escape for a wild need to...