𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 - 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

, 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲? , 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐝𝐨? 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚, 𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚, 𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨? 𝐈’𝐦 𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚, 𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 ’

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You and Shane had met on a “rich” dating site, you weren’t really rich, he was. And of course the age gap wasn’t ideal, you were 23, he was 41. Your friends had shown distaste towards the gap, but you paid it no mind.

He treated you like you were the only woman in the world, bought you expensive “just because” gifts without expecting anything in return. He didn’t just have the money either, he was handsome, a lucky draw, even.

Since you met online, you called for the first 7 months of your relationship, on a normal Tuesday he’d sent you plane tickets and money to rent a car with a simple text “I’ll see you, ma cherie”.

And when you arrived to Marseille, you got your rental and drove to his house. But to your surprise he was already waiting on your arrival. He came downstairs quickly “Honeyyy..” he said softly, smiling.

He grabbed most of your luggage “I have a room prepared for you, until you’re comfortable to sleep in my bed.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.