I slip off my shoes and tug on the string that’s holding my wrap dress in place. That’s all it takes for it to loosen and slip off me. He can’t possibly hear the flimsy fabric fall to the floor, but he looks up just then. I don’t think he’s even breathing. “Kara.” My name has never sounded like such torture. It might as well be a dying plea on his lips. Except he’s mine. My last wish. My hero. “Come here,” I say. His chest moves under labored breaths. Finally he takes a few steps closer, slowly, stopping several feet away. He swallows hard and takes me in, from my naked toes to my bare
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