My Maddie. And she looks fucking divine. She lets the door fall closed, turning all the way forward, and my brain corrects itself. She doesn’t look heavenly. She looks like the Devil incarnate. Swathed in a deep red, her long black hair dances in the soft breeze, and I can’t decide if I want to stare at her glossy lips, dyed to match the dress, or her skin. All that gloriously soft skin I’m dying to reach out and touch. Maddie takes a step towards me and my eyes drop down to the flash of pale flesh at her thigh. Each step closer is a tease. And I have to remind myself that we aren’t alone,
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