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Definitely not, don't you dare touch me Paul!



Zara ran from his touch, only to be tackled as she shriek in response. Both laughing loud as Paul finally held her close to him, carefully setting her on to the back seat of the bike.



I want to ride my own bike, you big doofus! ❞ Said lady huffed out with a pout, only for a smile to supersede it when he laughed at her expression.




She didn't know how everything suddenly felt like it was placed perfectly, his laughs made her feel sparks. And as he slowly sat, pushing the pedal while her hands were placed around his waist.



She could only wish for the day to never end, and if it would - she begged for his touch to remain with hers.

IN A HEARTBEAT  ⊳  PAUL LAHOTEWhere stories live. Discover now