Shattered Innocence: My First Raw Encounter with Julien in a Paris Parking Lot
Cold Paris night. I step out of the hotel, colleagues waving goodbye. Heart pounding already. WhatsApp buzzes: ‘Parked right across.’ Black BMW break flashes lights. I cross the busy street, shivering. Not just from cold. Slide into passenger seat. Lean in, plant a soft, teasing kiss on his cheek. ‘Mmm, love your perfume,’ Julien murmurs….
