French Pressed Love: A Slow Burn Sapphic Romance by M.C. Hutson

Author:M.C. Hutson [Hutson, M.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: M.C. Hutson Press INC.
Published: 2025-01-21T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

When we get home from the Christmas market, I rush off to my bedroom so fast that I forget to take off and hang up my jacket in the coat closet.

Whatever.

I’m going a little insane, to be honest. The image of Noémie kissing Felix plays over and over in my head like a bad song, and each time it does, a cocktail of emotions braids a barbed rope tighter around my heart.

To my dismay, Felix stuck around for the rest of our time at the market, clinging to Noémie like she was a helium balloon and he was a kid scared to loosen his grip on her string. All fucking night, I’d been haunted by the timbre of his voice and Noémie’s responding laughter.

I learned a lot about their relationship that I could’ve have gone without knowing. They’d met four years ago on a first-class flight to Vegas. Noémie had just turned twenty-one and she’d been flying to Sin City with friends to celebrate. It was supposed to be a girls trip but, after uncovering that Felix and his buddies were also staying at The Venetian, the two groups merged.

Specifics of what exactly they’d gotten up to in Vegas weren’t provided, despite Wayne’s constant probing. Each time, Felix was about to say something damning, Noémie interrupted him with a spearing look, resulting in Felix saying, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

Over the years, the two friend groups linked up for other events like attending Tomorrowland in Belgium or hitting up Paris for fashion week. These were the experiences of the rich, and Felix’s connection with Noémie really hammers it home just how out of my league she is.

I throw my jacket on my desk and strip down to my sports bra and boxers. There’s a headache building behind my eyes. Collapsing on my bed, I rub my temples.

Noémie knocks on my door. “Hey, Jordan, do you have a sec?” I rise up on my elbows and stare at it.

I don’t have a second. I want to be alone. But for some stupid reason, I say, “Yeah, sure come in.”

The door creaks open, and Noémie steps inside. She looks at me and goes still. Her face flames as she diverts her gaze.

If she was someone else, I might interpret her reaction to be attraction. But it’s more likely that she’s never seen a woman in boxers before. I consider grabbing the oversized shirt laying on my nightstand and pulling it over my head, but I decide not to. All night, I had to endure Felix’s presence. Noémie can stand to be a little uncomfortable for the duration of this exchange.

“What did you want to talk about?”

Noémie bites her lip. “I just wanted to check on you.”

“Why?”

“You seemed off tonight.”

Great, I failed at coming off as neutral. My head pounds. “I hate Christmas,” I say. It’s not a lie.

“Because of your dad?”

I nod, but don’t offer up much else.

Noémie wrings her hands. “I’m so sorry,” she says, meeting my eyes. “I guess it was inconsiderate of me to ask you to come out.

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