𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟯𝟲
𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘊𝘓
❝YOU AND PHIL are the cutest fake couple I have ever seen! Not that there are many." Leah lounged comfortably on the plush surface of Maeve's bed, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she teased her friend.
Maeve, perched in a swivel chair, sent a playful smirk Leah's way as she spun from side to side. "Yeah, we try," she replied casually, though her tone hinted at a deeper sentiment beneath the surface.
Leah couldn't help but laugh at Maeve's nonchalant response. "And you're still trying to tell me it's still all an act," she said, her tone laced with playful skepticism. Leah knew all too well that Maeve was adamant about maintaining the facade of a fake relationship with Phil, despite the evidence suggesting otherwise.
Maeve's stubbornness shone through in her next words as she insisted, "Yeah, because it is." Despite her firm declaration, those closest to Maeve couldn't help but notice the subtle glances exchanged between her and Phil, the lingering touches, and the genuine smiles that seemed to betray their supposed "fake" relationship.
Leah's fingers danced across the screen of her phone before she swiveled it around to face Maeve. The photo displayed on the screen was the kiss after the game - a moment of undeniable intimacy between Maeve and Phil. "Two people who have no feelings for each other do not kiss like this," Leah remarked, her voice laced with incredulity.
Maeve's gaze lingered on the image for a fleeting moment before she shrugged, her demeanor remarkably nonchalant, "I guess we do," she replied with a casual air, her tone almost dismissive as she averted her eyes from the screen.
Leah couldn't help but scoff at Maeve's response, her frustration bubbling to the surface as she dropped her phone onto the mattress with a theatrical flourish. Leaning forward, she fixed Maeve with a serious stare, her voice softening with genuine concern. "Come on, Maeve, I'm your best friend. You can tell me," she urged, her words laced with a hint of pleading.
Maeve lifted her gaze from her phone, meeting Leah's eyes with a mixture of apprehension and uncertainty. "Tell you what?" she asked, her voice betraying a hint of defensiveness as she braced herself for the conversation she had been avoiding. Leah's expression softened as Maeve stood up from her chair, joining her on the bed.
"Honestly, Leah," Maeve began, her words carefully measured as she settled onto her back beside her best friend, "I haven't really thought about it much." It was a lie, one that Maeve was all too aware of. The truth was that the blurred lines of her relationship with Phil had occupied her thoughts more often than she cared to admit. What were they? What could they be? Some nights, the questions consumed her, leaving her restless and uncertain.
Leah's gaze bore into Maeve with a knowing intensity, her eyes reflecting the skepticism she felt towards her friend's words. Sensing the need for honesty, Maeve sighed, her resolve wavering under Leah's unwavering scrutiny. "Obviously, I don't hate him anymore," she conceded, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability, "and I guess I sort of enjoy his company... sometimes."
Leah's gaze bore into Maeve with a penetrating intensity, her question hanging heavy in the air like a weighty revelation waiting to be unpacked. "What if you were told tomorrow that you don't have to keep this whole act up anymore? How would you feel?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
Before Maeve could formulate a response, Leah interjected, her tone firm and unwavering. "And don't say you don't know, because I know you do," she insisted, her words leaving no room for evasion or deflection.
Maeve's lips parted as if to speak, but Leah's interruption halted her, leaving her momentarily speechless. With a resigned sigh, Maeve redirected her gaze towards the plain white ceiling, the weight of Leah's question pressing down on her like a heavy burden.
After a moment of contemplative silence, Maeve's voice broke the stillness, her words barely above a whisper. "I don't think I can see my life without Phil in it," she admitted hesitantly, her confession carrying the weight of raw honesty. "I'm not saying I want to get married to him or anything big like that, but he's a part of my life now, and I just don't want him to not be, I guess."
Leah listened intently to Maeve's confession, recognizing it as perhaps the most honest expression of her friend's feelings for Phil. Yet, despite Maeve's newfound openness with her, Leah couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Maeve still harbored deeper emotions she wasn't ready to confront.
Before Leah could delve further into the conversation, the door swung open, revealing Mason standing in the doorway. Maeve's quip about the number of people with keys to her hotel room broke the tension, the momentary vulnerability evaporating in the presence of her brother.
Ignoring his sister's remark, Mason strode into the room, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "I knew I would find you two together," he remarked with a knowing glint in his eyes.
Maeve couldn't help but roll her eyes at Leah's admission, her lips curling into a half-amused, half-exasperated smile. "Leah was just interrogating me," she remarked dryly, shooting her best friend a pointed glare that only seemed to fuel Leah's mischievous pride.
"Ah, so the usual?" Mason chimed in, his tone teasing as he leaned casually against the wooden desk, his arms folded across his chest.
Leah nodded in confirmation, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "I'll fill you in on all the details later," she promised, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she exchanged a conspiratorial glance with Mason.
Maeve watched the exchange between her best friend and brother, a sense of bewilderment settling over her. "What is this?" she asked slowly, her gaze shifting between Leah and Mason as she tried to make sense of their sudden friendliness.
Mason chuckled, "Leah and I are your and Phil's biggest fans," he declared with a grin, his expression earnest despite the hint of amusement in his eyes.
Leah nodded enthusiastically, her smile widening as she leaned in closer to Maeve. "We're really rooting for you two," she added, her words filled with genuine warmth and support.
Maeve's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her gaze darting between Leah and Mason as she processed their unexpected declaration. "Since when?" she asked incredulously, unable to reconcile their newfound enthusiasm with their previous skepticism.
"Mase, you punched him in the face last week."
Mason shrugged nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I've been on board for about a week now. We even have a group chat," he admitted, his tone tinged with amusement.
"A group chat?" Maeve repeated, her disbelief evident in her voice. "With who?"
Leah flashed a sheepish grin, exchanging a guilty glance with Mason. "Just us and John," she confessed, knowing full well that John, Leah's boyfriend, had been kept in the dark about the true nature of her relationship with Phil.
Maeve's eyes narrowed in suspicion, her gaze fixing on Leah with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Since when does John know?"
Leah's grin faltered slightly, a guilty flush creeping into her cheeks. "I may have accidentally let it slip," she admitted sheepishly, her gaze dropping to her lap. "But he's so invested now, he won't say anything," she added hastily, hoping to assuage Maeve's concerns.
"I just came up to say that everyone is in the lounge hanging out if you want to come down," Mason announced, his voice carrying a casual invitation as he leaned against the desk.
The two girls exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them, before Maeve made a move to find her shoes scattered somewhere on the floor.
"Who's all down there?" Maeve inquired from her spot on the floor as she tied her laces, her curiosity piqued by the prospect of joining the gathering.
Mason shrugged nonchalantly as he made his way to the door. "Everyone, really," he replied casually. As the trio began walking down the hall, Leah's voice cut through the quiet hum of conversation. "Is Phil?" she queried, her curiosity mirroring Maeve's own.
Mason nodded in confirmation, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah, he is. He was actually looking for Maeve earlier," he revealed, a hint of amusement coloring his words. Maeve, who had been walking a couple of steps ahead of them, turned around to listen to the conversation, only to be met with Mason's typical teasing.
"Woah, slow down, Maeve. The minute you hear Phil, you're off running," he teased, a playful smirk playing on his lips as he nudged her gently.
Leah joined in with a hearty laugh, her amusement evident as she walked alongside Mason. "It's only been a couple of hours, Maeve. You were out for breakfast with him this morning," she reminded her friend, her tone laced with affectionate teasing.
Maeve couldn't help but roll her eyes at her friend's playful ribbing, a playful scowl gracing her features as they reached the doors of the lift. "I hate the both of you," she muttered under her breath, though the fond smile tugging at the corners of her lips belied her true feelings.
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AS MASON AND Leah entered the bustling lounge area, their eyes immediately sought out John, who was engrossed in conversation with a few others. With a shared glance and a knowing smile, they made their way over to him, eager to catch up and share the latest gossip.
Meanwhile, Maeve shot her brother and best friend a withering glare as they abandoned her to join John's group. John looked up from his conversation, his expression one of surprise as Leah said something. He exchanged a puzzled glance with Maeve, who could only shrug in response.
As the conversation between Mason, Leah, and John continued, Maeve made her way over to where Phil was sitting on a nearby couch. His face lit up in a warm smile as she approached, and he instinctively wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.
Settling in beside him, Maeve returned Phil's smile, her heart fluttering at the warmth of his touch. Leaning in, Phil pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, sending a shiver of anticipation down Maeve's spine.
"How's your day been?" he asked afterward.
Maeve leaned into Phil's embrace, relishing the feeling of his arm around her. "It's been quiet, I haven't really done much." she replied with a small smile. Phil's gaze softening as he looked at her. "Have you wrote anymore songs about me?" he joked, his thumb tracing gentle circles on Maeve's shoulder. "You wish."
"You'll have to sing them for me one day." Phil's voice was filled with playful insistence as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Maeve's shoulder before trailing up to her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake. Maeve's breath hitched at the sensation, her attempts to stay composed failing in the face of Phil's tender affection.
But Maeve, ever determined to maintain her composure, shook her head, refusing to succumb to Phil's charms. "That's not happening," she declared firmly, her gaze fixed on a distant point in the room as she tried to resist the pull of his proximity.
"Why not?" Phil pressed, his tone laced with playful curiosity as he continued to pepper kisses along Maeve's neck, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
Maeve let out a small scoff, a hint of teasing creeping into her voice as she attempted to deflect Phil's advances. "If you're so desperate, just open Spotify," she retorted, a playful smirk playing on her lips as she challenged him to find an alternative solution.
But Phil, undeterred by Maeve's playful resistance, leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "It's not the same," he insisted, his voice low and husky with desire.
Maeve couldn't help but roll her eyes at his persistence, her resolve wavering slightly in the face of his unwavering determination. "Too bad," she replied, her tone teasing as she playfully pushed back against his advances, determined to maintain control of the situation.
As the others joined Maeve and Phil, the intimacy between them faded, replaced by the lively chatter and laughter of their friends. Maeve couldn't help but feel a twinge of relief as Phil's actions ceased, grateful for the distraction provided by their companions. Yet, a part of her couldn't deny the pang of disappointment at the loss of his touch.
Eventually, Phil rose from his seat when Declan challenged him to a game of snooker. The competitive spirit quickly took hold as the two lads squared off, their friends gathering around to watch the match unfold.
The game proved to be intense and fiercely contested, with Phil emerging victorious in the end. Declan, ever the good sport, abandoned his snooker cue with a dramatic flourish, insisting that he hadn't been trying his best all along.
"If you want to feel better about yourself, Dec, play against Maeve. She's shit," Mason quipped with a grin, earning a scoff from Maeve in response.
"I'm not that bad," Maeve protested half-heartedly, though her words were met with skeptical looks from her friends. "How many times have you won?" Mason countered with a laugh, "Zero."
For once, Maeve found herself at a loss for words, unable to come up with a witty comeback to defend her snooker skills.
Then John proposed a new challenge, "Here's an idea, how about me and Leah play Maeve and Phil." The group erupted into cheers at the idea, and Maeve found herself standing up with newfound determination.
"I'm alright with that," she declared, a competitive gleam in her eye, "because Leah's worse than me at it."
"I've been practicing." Leah announced as she stood beside her best friend. Maeve couldn't help but chuckle at Leah's claim, knowing all too well the history behind their limited snooker skills. "I'm sure you have, Leah," she replied, her tone tinged with amusement as she recalled their disastrous attempt to play the game as teenagers.
It had been a typical afternoon during their teenage years when Mason had received a snooker table for Christmas. Excited by the prospect of trying out the new addition to their home, Maeve and Leah had decided to give it a shot one day when Mason was out.
Their enthusiasm quickly turned to chaos as Maeve decided to see if it worked the same as baseball, encouraging Leah to throw one of the balls at her. She took a swing at one of the balls with all the force she could muster, only to send it careening off the table with a resounding crash. The ball ricocheted across the room, smashing into the living room window with a force that left Maeve wide-eyed and Leah speechless.
Their moment of panic was short-lived as the sound of shattering glass reached the ears of Maeve's father, who wasted no time in investigating the source of the commotion. To Maeve's dismay, he arrived just in time to witness the aftermath of her errant shot, a guilty expression on his daughter's face and a snooker cue in her hand.
Needless to say, their attempt at snooker had ended in disaster, leaving behind a shattered window and a stern lecture from Maeve's father. It was a memory that still elicited laughter and embarrassment in equal measure whenever Maeve and Leah reminisced about their misadventure.
As Phil set up the table for their upcoming game, Maeve couldn't help but glance at Leah with a knowing smile, silently acknowledging the shared history that would undoubtedly make their match all the more entertaining.
John and Leah stepped up to the table to take their turn, the familiar click-clack of the snooker balls echoing through the room. With practiced precision, John lined up his shot, his cue gliding smoothly across the green felt as he broke the triangle of balls.
With John's turn complete, it was Phil's moment to shine. Maeve watched with a mixture of amusement and apprehension as Phil approached the table, his confidence palpable as he prepared to take his shot. But instead of eagerly stepping up to join the game, Maeve insisted that she needed to warm up first before having a go.
As the game progressed, Maeve found herself chuckling each time Leah missed the target, her friend's attempts at snooker proving to be more entertaining than effective. Yet despite the lighthearted atmosphere, Maeve still hadn't taken her turn, content to watch the game unfold from the sidelines for the time being.
But eventually, Phil grew tired of waiting, handing Maeve the cue with a playful nudge. "Go, Maevey," he encouraged, his voice warm and encouraging as he urged her to join in the fun.
Maeve accepted the cue with a sheepish grin as she held it somewhat awkwardly in her hands. Before she could even attempt a shot, Mason's teasing voice cut through the air, his playful reminder of past mishaps drawing laughter from the group.
"Don't break any windows, Maeve," he called out with a mischievous grin, the memory of their teenage mishap still fresh in their minds.
Maeve couldn't help but join in the laughter, exchanging a knowing glance with Leah as they shared a moment of shared amusement at the memory. But as she continued to struggle with her grip on the cue, she felt a sense of frustration building within her.
Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her, a warmth pressing against her back as Phil leaned in close. His arms encircled hers, his touch gentle as he guided her hands into the correct position, showing her how to hold the cue with precision.
Maeve's heart raced as she felt Phil's warm breath tickle her ear, his voice a soft whisper as he guided her through the motions. She couldn't help but shiver at the intimacy of their closeness, the sensation sending a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.
"Just hold it like that," Phil murmured, his words sending a shiver down Maeve's spine as his hands remained gently wrapped around hers, steadying her grip on the cue.
With Phil's guidance, Maeve followed his instructions with unwavering focus, her movements fluid and precise as she pulled the cue back and aimed for the white ball. With a swift, decisive motion, she struck the ball, her eyes widening in amazement as she watched it glide across the table, striking one of the red balls and sending it spiraling into the side hole.
A triumphant cheer erupted from Maeve's lips as she raised her arms in victory, her eyes alight with excitement as she turned to Phil, a wide grin spreading across her face. Without a second thought, she threw her arms around him in a tight embrace, her heart pounding with exhilaration as she shared the moment with the him.
Phil's arms enveloped her in a warm embrace, his laughter mingling with hers as they celebrated their joint achievement. In that moment, Maeve couldn't imagine a more perfect way to spend the evening than wrapped in Phil's arms.
Maeve couldn't contain her excitement as she and Phil emerged victorious from the snooker game, a triumphant grin plastered across her face. With the taste of victory still sweet on her lips, she wasted no time in rubbing it in the faces of their defeated opponents, particularly Leah and John.
"Yeah, whatever. Phil had to hold your hand the whole time," Leah retorted with a playful roll of her eyes as she settled onto the couch, her competitive spirit still simmering beneath the surface.
Maeve's grin only widened at Leah's comment, her enthusiasm undeterred by her friend's teasing. "Yeah, but who won? Us! We won!" she exclaimed proudly, her voice ringing out with triumph.
But her moment of glory was short-lived as Jude, who had joined the group partway through the game, offered a cautionary reminder. "Don't get too cocky now, Maeve," he cautioned, his tone laced with amusement.
Maeve chuckled at Jude's words, shaking her head in mock indignation. "Me, cocky? Never," she declared, her playful banter adding to the lighthearted atmosphere of the room. Though her competitive streak had certainly been unleashed during the game.
Declan's playful jab drew laughter from the group, "You'd swear she won the World Cup," he joked, his tone light and teasing as he poked fun at Maeve's over enthusiastic celebration.
Maeve grinned in response, undeterred by the teasing, her excitement still bubbling over from their victory on the snooker table. "Hey, a win is a win," she quipped, her playful retort earning her a round of chuckles from her friends.
Mason chimed in with a good-natured laugh, adding his own humorous remark to the mix. "I don't think I celebrated this much when I won the Champions League two seasons ago," he joked, his tone affectionate as he teased Maeve about her over-the-top reaction to her snooker victory.
Maeve couldn't help but laugh along with the rest of the group, the teasing banter only adding to the joy of the moment. Though she may not have won any prestigious sporting titles, the thrill of victory in their impromptu game of snooker was enough for her.
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AS THE NIGHT wore on and the group lingered in the lounge, Jack's persuasive charm eventually convinced them to indulge in a few drinks, despite the looming prospect of training for the lads the next morning. Maeve found herself seated among her friends, listening to Declan regale them with an embarrassing memory from his and Mason's time in the Chelsea academy.
Amidst the chatter, Maeve felt a sense of contentment wash over her. But her reverie was interrupted when Phil slipped away from the group, only to return later, his hands gently settling on her shoulders.
"Do you want to go somewhere?" he murmured, his voice low and inviting as he gazed at her with a hint of mischief in his eyes. Maeve regarded him suspiciously for a moment, but ultimately nodded in agreement, intrigued by where he wanted to go.
With a quick goodbye to the group, Maeve followed Phil out of the lounge and into the cool night air, where a sleek black car awaited them at the front of the hotel. Maeve couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise at the sight of the car, her curiosity piqued by its sudden appearance.
"Where did you get a car in the last twenty minutes?" she asked incredulously, her gaze fixed on the vehicle before them.
Phil flashed her a playful grin as he made his way over to the car. "Doesn't matter, come on," he replied cryptically, his voice laced with excitement as he opened the door for her.
As they settled into the car, Phil took the driver's seat, his hands steady on the steering wheel as he navigated the streets. Maeve watched him curiously, a hint of apprehension creeping into her voice as she spoke up. "Where are we going? It's like half ten at night," she pointed out, her brow furrowing in confusion.
But Phil merely smiled enigmatically, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before returning to the road ahead. "You'll see," he replied, his tone filled with promise as he drove them into the night, the anticipation of the unknown filling the air between them.
As they continued to drive, the cityscape gradually faded into the distance, replaced by the quiet serenity of the outskirts of the city. Maeve gazed out the window, her eyes tracing the passing buildings with a sense of calm contemplation. Unbeknownst to her, Phil watched her with pure admiration, his heart swelling with affection for the woman beside him.
In the soft glow of the car's interior lights, Maeve's features were illuminated with a gentle radiance, her profile etched against the darkness outside. Phil couldn't help but marvel at her beauty, the way her hair danced in the breeze that seeped through the cracked window, the way her eyes sparkled with a hint of warmth.
As they parked along the shore, the moon casting a soft glow over the sands, Maeve couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility wash over her. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to their quiet walk, the only sound breaking the stillness of the night.
"Phil, why are we at a beach? This is so random," Maeve remarked, her tone laced with curiosity as she glanced over at him.
Phil shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips as he turned to face her. "I just wanted to bring you somewhere," he replied simply, his gaze warm and earnest as he reached for her hand. "Come on."
Maeve couldn't help but smile at his gesture, her heart fluttering at the warmth of his touch as they continued down the sandy path, the cool breeze tousling their hair.
As they walked, their footsteps leaving faint impressions in the sand, a comfortable silence settled between them. But it was a silence filled with unspoken words, a quiet understanding that lingered in the air.
Phil took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he searched for the right words to express the emotions swirling inside him. He glanced at Maeve, her eyes reflecting the moonlight as she looked back at him with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.
"Maevey?" he said quietly stopping abruptly in his tracks. The brunette, who had continued to walk on also stopped, turning to look back at him. "Yeah?" she smiled with a hint of confusion at the sudden shyness that washed over Phil.
"I know we agreed to this fake relationship for the sake of appearances," Phil continued, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he spoke. "But lately, I've been feeling like... maybe there's more to it than just pretending."
Maeve's breath caught in her throat at his confession, her pulse quickening with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. She had never dared to entertain the possibility that Phil might feel the same way she did, that their fake relationship could evolve into something real.
Phil reached out, gently cupping Maeve's cheek in his hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her veins. "I care about you, Maeve," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "More than I should, maybe. But I can't deny how I feel."
Maeve's heart swelled with emotion at his words, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she met his gaze. "Phil..." she began, her voice trembling with emotion. But before she could find the right words to respond, Phil pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her.
"I don't expect you to feel the same way," he said softly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of rejection. "But I needed to tell you how I feel. Because pretending to be just friends when there's something more between us... it's getting harder every day."
Maeve's heart ached at the vulnerability in Phil's eyes, the raw honesty of his confession stirring something deep within her. She reached out, taking his hand in hers, her fingers intertwining with his as she spoke from the depths of her heart.
"Phil, I..." she trailed off, her voice faltering as she struggled to put her feelings into words. But as she looked into his eyes, she knew that there was no need for elaborate declarations. In that moment, their connection spoke volumes, transcending the boundaries of their fake relationship and revealing the truth that lay beneath.
With a small smile, Maeve leaned in, pressing her lips gently against Phil's in a tender kiss. And as they stood there on the beach, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, they knew that their journey together was only just beginning.
For Maeve, expressing her deepest emotions had always been a struggle. She was adept at putting on a brave face, at masking her vulnerabilities behind a facade of strength and composure. But the kiss she shared with Phil spoke volumes in a language that words could never fully capture.
In that moment of connection, as their lips met in a tender embrace, Maeve felt a flood of emotions wash over her – emotions that had long been buried beneath layers of self-imposed barriers and reservations. It was as if Phil had unlocked something within her, something she had kept hidden away for far too long.
With each gentle caress of their lips, Maeve felt the walls that had separated her from Phil come crashing down, their barriers crumbling in the face of the undeniable truth of their connection. It was a moment of vulnerability, of raw honesty.
A couple of months ago, whenever Phil caught sight of Maeve, his first instinct was always to tease her, to push her buttons and see her fiery spirit come to life in response. It was a game they played, a dance of annoyance and wit that kept their interactions negative and fuelled their hatred for the other.
But now, as he stood before her, cupping her cheeks in his hands and gazing into her eyes with a tender smile, he couldn't help but marvel at how much had changed. Where once there had been playful teasing, now there was a depth of feeling that he couldn't quite put into words.
Every time he looked at Maeve now, he felt a warmth spreading through his chest, a sense of contentment and joy that he had never experienced before. It was as if she had cast a spell over him, weaving her way into the very fabric of his being and leaving an indelible mark on his heart.
Gone were the days of rude remarks and teasing – now, all he wanted was to see her smile, to hear her laugh, to bask in the light of her presence.
And as he gazed into her eyes, Phil knew with unwavering certainty that he was falling for her – falling deeper and deeper with each passing moment. Where once irritation had been his default reaction to her presence, now it was love – pure and unconditional.
For Phil, Maeve was more than just a friend or a partner – she was his everything. And as he smiled down at her, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the journey that had brought them to this moment, where their love could blossom and flourish without restraint.
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authors note :
so i sort of went ham on this chapter and now it's well over 5000 words lol
but... ummm that last scene.... i was kicking my legs and twirling my hair writing it 🥰🥰🥰🥰
also i should of known i was too immature for that snooker part, everytime i wrote the word balls i started laughing like a child 😭😭
ANYWAYS..... OPINIONS ON MAEVE + PHIL?
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