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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.