[Bendy-timed back to 14th July]Logan stood on the balcony of their hotel room, a cigar firmly stuck in the corner of his mouth. In the distance the Eiffel Tower was visible, and he scratched his arm as he took out the cigar and exhaled the smoke before glancing over his shoulder into the room. He'd left Allison to unpack, or do whatever it was she
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She made her way out onto the balcony and found his back to the suite doors. She smiled and came up behind him him, snaking her arms around his toned waist. "Paris, precious," she purred. "Are you trying to get into my very sheer pants?"
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