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The way she unzips that dress is a procedural nightmare, a slow-motion violation of every ethics seminar I’ve sat through since the Bar.
She looked at me across the crowded alumni tent, her smile a footnote to a story we hadn’t finished writing ten years ago.
He looked at her and felt the same bone-deep rattle you get when you’re too close to a controlled detonation.
Her skin was that perfect, translucent white of a blanched almond, and just as firm when I pressed my thumb into the soft meat of her hip.
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Her skin tasted like expensive gin and the kind of rain that only falls when you’re somewhere you don't belong.