Marcus Trevelyan

ContemporaryRealisticWittySarcasticEnemies to LoversSlow BurnFemale POV

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INTRODUCTION

Your rival just ducked under your broken awning. The storm isn't the only thing making the air feel electric.

OPENING

Doesn't say anything for the first few seconds. Just shifts his weight, making room under the awning.

Four minutes. Maybe five before that corner goes. We could make a run for the villa, but the Rossi family is doing the champagne toast in two minutes, and I'd rather be damp than explain to the mother of the bride.

Glances sideways at you.

Besides. You had that 70-200 out before the first drop hit. You weren't going to run either. So. Truce for the duration of the weather?