Bound By Blood Torn by love

ices, the dateless beauty of the Louvre, the vibrant energy of the city that no way slept. She spoke of her peregrination to Spain, the stirring armature of Barcelona, th

ecollections were coming alive before her. Den listened carefully, hi

d finished her story. "You've bloomed.And You've found your

rt. "And you've become the man you were always meant t

andsome young man approached them. Den, noticing the

ger brother, Sebasti

his hand towards Julie. "It's nice to meet you, Julie. Den's told me so much about

w that look. It was the same look Den had given her when they first met. A look f

ce harsh and authoritative. "We w

n with a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. H

voice laced with pure annoyance. "I

was nice seeing you." he said, his voice slightly audible

est. The unanticipated meeting, the shared memories and the

, an implied understanding passing between them. They walked in s

, her voice reluctant. "I

g hers. "But I can not let you go withou

tween her desire to be with him a

ot know." sh

th mischief. "How about a drink then? To ca

a dangerous blend of expectation and apprehension

er voice slightly audi

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filling the air. Den was fascinating, funny, and perceptive. He spoke of his company

familiar meter. They talked about their lives, their dreams, their expedients. Th

d they were pulled back into the world they had once shared, a world where the

njuries were temporarily forgotten. They ended up in a near hotel, their bodies e

vents of the previous night replaying in her mind. She had given in to the appeal of his charm and the comfort of his famil

t be involved with Den again. She had learned her lesson. He had betra

room. She had allowed her passions to get the better of he

deliberate, and dressed snappily with her mind

g and nearly vulnerable, a stark discrepancy to the confident and important CEO she had se

strong. She could not affor

er heart heavy. "I had an awful time last night. But I can not