Part 4- Affair

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I watched Violet leave with a strange feeling of emptiness, and even more so, confusion.

After the tree lighting, she and Cadence had together decided it was time to call it a night, and called a cab to drive them back to their dorm. I'd asked her to stay, told her I wanted her to stay the night in the suite with me before I flew back to the States the next morning for Christmas with my Family, but she had declined. I wasn't sure why, but something bothered me about the forlorn look in her eyes when she told me her cab had arrived.

When she'd turned to walk to her cab, I pulled her back and kissed her, begging with my lips and tongue and touch for her to stay, but when we pulled away breathless moments later, she just gave me that same sweet, sad smile, kissed me softly on the jaw, and slipped into the car.

My thoughts raced back over the night's events, trying to find where I had gone wrong, but everything had been so... unreal. Perfect. The way she left made it feel like the end, and I didn't know how I felt about that for once. See, with other girls, I would be overjoyed to have a good hookup that didn't try to stay over and overstay their welcome, or even worse fall in love. But something about Violet just felt different.

Which is why I waited to contact her. Unbeknownst to her, I had snagged her number while she was in the bathroom of my suite. Shady, maybe, but I couldn't pass up the moment. Especially not after that. God damn, she was incredible, from her snarky personality to the way it felt like we were made for each other in bed.

For weeks I waited, contemplating calling her, and changing my mind. She was just a hookup, I tried convincing myself. An amazing hookup, but still, nothing more than a one night stand. As soon as I was with someone else, she wouldn't seem so f*cking spectacular.

So, I tried forgetting her with the company of someone new. I had to know for sure she was something out of the ordinary before I lost my mind and went back to Paris. I singled out a particularly foxy brunette dancing her heart out at Masquerade, and offered to buy her a drink. She was nice enough, a law student earning her masters in the area, and plenty flirty. We danced, and she had moves, but all I could think about was how much better Violet had fit with me. We went back to the bar and she ordered a martini. When I kissed her and tasted gin and olives, instead of fine scotch, I knew it wasn't just someone I was looking for, no matter how fantastic that someone was. It was her. Mia viola. Violet f*cking Harcourt.

I learned her last name through Instagram, before anyone calls me a creep.

And so, a month and a half later, I found myself doing the stupidest, sappiest thing I'd ever done, and flew back to Paris for Valentine's Day.

Let me get this straight; Valentine's Day is a stupid holiday. But it was the first weekend after I'd attempted washing Violet from my mind, and once I'd come to the conclusion that she was, in fact, something special, or at least special enough to see one more time, I couldn't wait.

I'd already touched down in Paris by the time I realized I should have called ahead. What if she was seeing someone else? What if she was upset that I'd left with no way of furthering contact?

I didn't let my thoughts stop me though. I picked up my phone the moment I was off the plane, and I called her.

No answer.

Smart girl, I thought as I started a new text message. Doesn't pick up calls from unknown numbers.

I realized I could have saved my number in her phone, but I needed time to think on the whole ordeal. I didn't date. I didn't go out of my way to see people. And I never went back to the same person twice. I needed to be sure first, or I'd feel foolish.

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