I’ve never felt so beautiful in my life, to have someone like Christian Reeves looking at me like he’s never seen the sky before—and I’m a bright, vibrant, sunny day. “Holy fuck, you’re beautiful.” I giggle and use one of my well-manicured nails to close his mouth. “You like?” I ask, twirling in a circle to show off all sides of my dress and flash him my new red bottom shoes. Christian bites his fist as if he’s trying to keep some semblance of a filter on his mouth.
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