I grab my keys from the table in the hall, then turn when I hear heels tapping against the hardwood stairs. “Damn,” I breathe out, surprised I’ve got any breath left. Maddie’s freckles dance against the pretty pink flush that moves up her cheeks. “Is that a good damn?” she asks, before she spins in a circle, showing off her dress from all angles. And not a single angle disappoints. It’s a dark-blue, silky thing that kind of clings to her body without being skintight. It dips down in the front, showcasing a mouthwatering tease of her chest, with a bit of extra fabric that’s held together by
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