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“His grin widened and he pitched his voice like a movie announcer. “Imagine a world, a rustic paradise, where the Wi-Fi is weak, but the connection,” he pointed to his heart and then mine, “is strong. Where there’s only one comfy bed, but it’s big enough for two.”

“I slipped it on over my head, and the too expensive fabric did feel amazing gliding across my skin. I turned and said, “Zip me up?” “Allow me.” Chris walked into the room, his eyes sparkling. As soon as I laid eyes on him, all the worries I was clinging to vanished. He looked up from checking out the cleavage this dress showed off rather well, our eyes met, and for a moment, the world stopped. His expression was a mix of awe and something deeper, something I hadn’t even known I needed. But I did need him. I might even love him. He stepped behind me but didn’t immediately zip up the dress. He slowly ran his fingers up my bare spine and kissed my shoulder. Then he whispered in my ear, “If my sister and your friend weren’t here, I’d be stripping this dress off you instead of helping you into it.”

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