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@magnifiquemoreau: @heathhudson thx for saving my life sexy heath!!!!! rebecca ur in safe hands 💋💋💋

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elodie fell on some ice and i freaked out like a total loser and heath looked like totally scared and worried but his reflexes are like so crazy because he caught on her like hes snowy superman or something haha :)

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@magnifiquemoreau: @yokitcakes awww i’m sure rebecca won’t mind

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cyber bullied heath into taking me for lunch :))) a tear just rolled down my thigh fr 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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@magnifiquemoreau: @heathhudson think u misheard HEAD for DEAD pookie 🥵🥵🥵

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cyber bullied heath into taking me for lunch :))) a tear just rolled down my thigh fr 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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cyber bullied heath into taking me for lunch :))) a tear just rolled down my thigh fr 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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@magnifiquemoreau: OHHHHHHH???? you ski?? snowboard?? PICK ME CHOOSE ME SNOWBOARD WITH MEEEEEE

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Took Daff slopeside with me today!

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@magnifiquemoreau: oh Hot

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bly winter traditions

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days out w lando the mando are beachin’

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@magnifiquemoreau: @charlieinthemix honestly starting 2 think i stopped being hot when i came to nyc bc??????

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photo dump from a pre mashed up brain hard drive i found 👀 okurrrr sexy slay

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photo dump from a pre mashed up brain hard drive i found 👀 okurrrr sexy slay

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@magnifiquemoreau: @heathhudson trés sexy 😮‍💨

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2025 shots of nyc so farrrrr

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2025 shots of nyc so farrrrr

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DAVID CORENSWET in THE GREATEST HITS (2024) | dir. Ned Benson

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@magnifiquemoreau: ?????????????????????????

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@magnifiquemoreau: @loudenverauthor elodie 1 - 0 amnesia (sorta kinda partially a little bit)

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breakfast with an old friend :)) 2025 i already love u so much

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breakfast with an old friend :)) 2025 i already love u so much

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For a brief second, Elodie thought the man opposite her might just stand back and stare at her all night. Which, while some might have deemed it creepy, she was actually perfectly alright with. If all that came of her night was being checked out by arguably the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, she’d take the small win. Fortunately, he quipped back, feeding her flirty compliments back to her by way of a question, Elodie’s lips stretching into a wide smile at the suggestion. It was possible that he really was just being humble, surprised at her taking an interest, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he was flirting just a little. 

And who was she to let such an opportunity go to waste? 

“Well, now you can know me,” she teased, shooting him a wink for extra measure. 

Absently, she slipped a hand down the fabric of her dress, adjusting it with a fleeting glance. Hot as he was, she was pretty sure she didn’t want to flash him – not yet, anyway. With a quick brush of her fingers along her cleavage, a passing assessment that her nipples weren’t about to make an early appearance, she took a few, final steps towards him, allowing the dim, twinkling lights to pull him from the shadows and properly accent his features for her. 

“Well, fuck me gently, you’re even hotter up close,” Elodie muttered, genuinely taken aback by just how cute he was.  

She wasn’t really prone to being embarrassed at her own lack of filter – not the way Théo tended to be. She liked flirting with strangers just as much as she liked flirting with her friends. Even when it came to absolutely nothing, she enjoyed the playful back and forth and silliness of those interactions. So long as everyone involved was a consenting adult, she hardly ever took issue with throwaway compliments and a little innuendo here and there. 

Much to her delight, it seemed he was taking the exact same approach. Arching a brow, she cast her eyes to the heavens, pretending to be deep in thought as she mulled over her non-existent list of prospects for the evening. It was a little embarrassing to admit that she had found herself with no options for the evening, not a single person in the great big city of New York wanting to spend bare seconds planting so much as a chaste kiss on her ever hungry lips, and yet she found herself desperately wanting to tell him. Something about him seemed to call to her, a distant voice in the back of her head yearning for her to reassure him that she was available, his for the taking. 

“Nope. Not a single soul,” she shrugged, not bothering to mask her disappointment this time. “Maybe that’s why the Universe put both of us here right now, hm? Some great, cosmic being out there just knew we were meant to meet.” 

She wondered if there was something serendipitous about this exact moment, the two of them stood there face-to-face, tonight of all nights. Both of them gorgeous – him unbelievably so – and without someone equally as pretty on their arm. Alone in the dim light of Billy’s bookstore, tucked away from the gazes of all the other guests. Anything could happen if they let it, and something in Elodie seemed to ache for the mystery man. Sure, there was the obvious fact of just how horny she tended to be, carnal desire surging through her every limb as she took in his tall, lean frame, yet even then she found herself drawn to the sound of his voice. His accent was soothing in a way that felt familiar, a blush warming her cheeks as she wondered how he’d sound saying her name. 

“Have we met before?” she blurted out, blinking in surprise at the strangeness of her own question. She wasn’t sure why she was asking. She’d met plenty of hot guys – fucked a lot of them, too – yet there was something about him that seemed to tip her world ever so slightly off kilter, she just couldn’t quite put her finger on it. 

Rebekah hadn’t been particularly charmed by the idea of ringing in the new year at A Novel Idea, at least not until one of her friends had noted that there were plenty of celebrities that had been found there last New Year’s Eve. Heath had looked up from his phone for long enough to see his girlfriend tipping her head forward to whisper conspiratorially with Shannon, the two of them giggling as names like Jackson Otto and Persephone Blake slipped from their mouths. After that, Rebekah seemed far more enthused about the casual little soiree Billy had put together.

What she didn’t appear too thrilled about was Heath’s choice of button up, paired with his beige boots. Before they left their apartment, she’d given him a defeated once-over, sighing in despair.

“You’ll do,” she declared, pulling her fur coat tighter around herself as she called for a car to take them to the bookstore.

The two of them were silent on the journey over, given Heath time to reflect on the past year and everything he’d done, or rather… failed to do. His job remained secure, especially now that he was instructing for Rebekah’s father’s company, his own dad plaguing him with phone calls that he usually always tried to dodge, knowing each one of them would just be another bid from the older man to finally slip a ring onto Rebekah’s finger and cement his place in the Warrington family’s fortune. It was an easy way to the big leagues, his father had told Heath, who had only ever wanted to teach people how to ski.

He was greeted by Billy and Simon as soon as he stepped into the little store, still decorated with plenty of fairy lights, tinsel and Christmas decorations. He hugged his cousin and his cousin’s… whatever those two were right now. Rebekah greeted them both with an air kiss before politely asking where Kit was, which really meant where is Lo? Whether or not Rebekah’s fascination with his cousin-in-law was a networking ambition or more of a worrying flirtation, he was more concerned for what that meant for Rebekah rather than himself. Kit Fields was not the kind of woman you could easily chat up her husband in front of.

Sans girlfriend for the moment, Heath wandered further into the store, feeling adrift and lonely in the way that only a night like New Year’s Eve could deliver. He wished that Daff could make it, but he knew parties weren’t really her scene. And hanging out with Rebekah ranked even further down on her list of things to enjoy. With no one else to keep him company right now, Heath was left to pour a drink for one and lean against one of the bookshelves, contemplating how he’d managed to reach the ripe age of thirty and completely fail to maintain any sort of meaningful relationship - with the exception of a sarcastic wildlife ranger who was approximately four apples tall. 

A flash of white-blonde hair passed by him and Heath’s heart stuttered in his chest. His eyes followed the young woman as she headed towards the beanbags in one of the darkened corners of the store. He could almost feel his brain slip sideways as he reckoned with the reality of the situation. It had always been inevitable, really. Théo’s Instagram had documented the Moreaus’ move to the city a few months back, but Heath had always forced himself to remember that Manhattan was a veritable maze of concrete and strangers. The likelihood of him bumping into Elodie again was damn near impossible, up until he saw all the people that the twins had begun to hang out with, and the way they tended to intersect with the people he knew in his own daily life. Had the Hudsons, particularly Simon, been less of the stand-up, overly friendly Canadian archetype then it might have been easy for him and the blonde to completely miss each other again. As it was, here she was now, staring back at him from underneath the twinkling lights of his favourite coffee shop.

He realised he was staring, but couldn’t bring himself to stop. Not if it was possible that he would get to catch a glimpse of something in Elodie’s eyes, some flash of recognition that assured him she knew who he was. Instead, she smiled at him, but there was something so blank about it that his heart, which had previously leapt into his throat, now sank down to the pit of his stomach.

The doctors had told Théo that the damage to Elodie’s memory after the accident had been extensive. Heath had received all this information secondhand from Elodie’s twin brother, but there was no doubt in his mind that the boy had been meticulous in absorbing all the medical jargon to relay back to Heath once Elodie’s father had kicked him out of the hospital room. Elodie Moreau had no idea who Heath Hudson was, which might have been a good thing had the pain in Heath’s chest not suggested otherwise.

Clearing his throat quickly, he realised he needed to say something. Nothing to try and jog her memory, because he knew that would be an impossible task. But something to make him look less like a weirdo lurking behind a bookshelf.

“Handsome, eh?” he smiled, realising that no matter how many times you rewrote Elodie Moreau’s memory, she’d still find him good-looking. It was a small comfort to him. He shook his head and let out a quiet laugh. “Actually, I was just looking for a break from the crowd. I don’t know too many people here.”

Inclining his head towards her, he pressed a little further. “You don’t already have someone to sweep you off your feet for the ball drop?” he asked. It was a question he knew he didn’t want to hear the answer to, just in case. But it would help him put some daydreams to rest if she told him there was someone.

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@magnifiquemoreau: @rebekahwarringtonx you just be bex! heath told me all about you thursday night

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Brought home a tree-t for Millie and she’s already peed on it.