“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how beautiful you looked that night.” He frowns. “I still think about you in that dress.”
“It was a nice dress.”
“Do you have it here?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I point to my closet. “In there.”
He lifts an eyebrow suggestively. “Maybe you can put it on?”
“Really?” I grin in anticipation. “Why?”
His eyes darken. “So I can take it off.”
I have never jumped out of bed so quickly.
QUEDÉ MUDA
— Jun 07, 2026 01:37PM
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