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... got what I was supposed to say. Hell, I forgot how to breathe when I saw Catherine standing in front of my door.
Her hair fell in soft waves and her lips were painted with a shade that shouldn’t have existed on an 18-year-old.
As my eyes subconsciously moved to her body, I swore my brain short-circuited.
She was in a dangerously short black dress with a slit that ran up her left thigh. The dress complimented her skin color in the best ways, and I couldn’t help but wonder ...
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