“You’re lucky we went to the reception,” I counter. My eyes rake over her dress. Finally, I have her alone. The first time all damn day, and that dress has been driving me insane.
“I was wondering when you were going to come get me. I finally had to ask some random man to dance with me.”
“Julieta,” I growl.
“You can push this dress up. No need to be nice this time.” She licks her lips.
I’m done for. I pounce on her. It’s a habit of mine when it comes to her.
Some things never change. With her, they never will.
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