“There’s also chocolate-covered strawberries,” he said. “You shall bring them to me now.” I stepped out of my dress and groaned in relief once I had the strapless bra unhooked. I wanted to fling it straight into the sun but I only had myself to blame. I’d chosen the X-strap dress knowing full well that my bust required a level of support that could only come from a perilous combination of steel and spandex. If I wanted to fight gravity, I’d have to accept some reorganization of my ribs. I turned to get a look at my back in the bathroom mirror before pulling on a sweatshirt. Deep, red grooves
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