Andrei's chest tightened at the suggestion. The idea of leaving everything behind for a few days was tempting—God knows he needed a break from the constant pressure of his life—but Paris felt like a distant dream, something he couldn't quite grasp right now. He had obligations. There were things that couldn't be ignored. And yet, in this moment, with Josie's hopeful smile and the soft light of the hotel room casting a romantic glow, the idea of escaping sounded almost too good to turn down.
"Paris?" he echoed, his voice low, distracted. "That sounds nice, but—"
He trailed off, his mind immediately drifting to Suzanne. He couldn't shake the image of her face, the way she had looked at him last night, accusing him of things he didn't fully understand. He couldn't pretend that things were normal between them. But he didn't know how to explain that to Josie, not without dragging her into the mess of it all.
