I raked my eyes over her tight body. “What, like you?” Winter paused a moment, something flaring in her gaze. Winter had to know how hot she was. It would be impossible not to. With a tight cheerleader physique, long blond hair that fell in waves to her waist, an upturned button nose, and huge, lush baby blues, she could have been a model. She was the poster girl for white, blue-blood beauty, with her pearl earrings, and diamond tennis bracelets. She was the kind of girl who would have made bank on social media but was far too aloof to share photos of her privileged life. She was beautiful and
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