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“That felt so good,” Aurora mumbles as soon as I shut off the dryer.

Setting it on the counter, I give in and pull her into my arms and set my chin on her shoulder. “Then I guess I’ll have to do it again for you sometime.”

“I’d like that,” she whispers.

A knock at her door has us both tensing.

Tilting my head down, I kiss her bare shoulder before releasing her. “Go have a good time. I can’t wait to hear about it when you get back,” I tell her honestly.

Aurora turns toward me. She steps forward and kisses my cheek softly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I say as she pulls away.

She walks out of the bathroom and grabs her purse off the bed. She smiles at me again as she opens the bedroom door.

“Ready, Princess?” Ezra asks.

She looks back at me, rolling her eyes, but responds to him, “Ready.”

I hear them walking down the hall and I turn toward the mirror and study myself.

This has to work out for all of us. She’s fucking perfect.

Fourteen

We pull into a parking lot of a resort next to a door that says spa. The place looks nicer than anywhere I’ve been outside of the city.

“Stay,” Ezra says as he gets out of the car, shutting his door.

Usually I would respond with, “I’m not a dog,” but instead, I’m questioning if I look okay and if my summer dress is nice enough for a place like this.

You’re here to get a massage and facial, Aurora. You’re going to end up taking your clothes off anyway. Then again, you’ve been doing a lot of that lately.

I can’t help but cringe at my internal thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” Ezra demands after he opens the door.

“Nothing.” I shake my head.

“Tell me.”

I slip my hand into his waiting one and get out of the car.

“Aurora,” he growls, not letting me walk away as he shuts the door.

Taking a deep breath, it spills out. “This place is really nice, and I was wondering if I was dressed okay. I wasn’t exactly planning on this when I packed my bag this morning.”

Ezra looks me up and down with a critical eye. “Do you want my honest opinion?”

“Yes,” I say quietly, shifting from side to side.

Ezra gently grabs my chin, making me look at him before he speaks. “The only way you could look better is if your dress was on the floor back at the cabin. I’ll admit, I’ve never liked anything with flowers on it, but you in that dress makes me think I might be wrong.”

“You’re teasing me. You don’t even like me,” I say, trying to pull my hand out of his, but Ezra holds on strong, not letting me go.

“I do not lie, Miss Blake. No matter what my feelings about you are, it does not negate the fact that you are a gorgeous woman who could wear a burlap sack and still look stunning. Do you understand?”

I nod, unable to get the words out.

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