My eyes never leave her. Her hair shines, reflecting the flash of blue and purple lights from above. When she finds an open spot, her toned arms slide up over her head, her eyes flutter shut, and her hips sway in time with the sultry beat of the music. It’s a punch to the gut. She’s fucking stunning. And confident. I can’t peel my eyes away. I can’t believe this is my Bailey Jansen.
