Gwen’s cheeks are rosy, her smile bright and genuine. Her eyes sparkle as she appraises the horror that is my cake. She has her lacey white blouse unbuttoned far enough to show the slopes of her ample cleavage. Those buttons stood no fucking chance, and she owns it. Her subtle confidence might be the most attractive thing about her. Still, she looks different now than she did earlier, when those big doe eyes welled with tears. Tears for me. Happy tears. It threw me for a fucking loop. I hated it, but a part of me loved it too. Because for a moment, it felt like someone in the world really saw
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