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EMILY
I took the red butterfly clip on the dresser, twisting it around my fingers in a bid to make the material more seamless. I slowly pulled my hair back, and used the pin to hook it in place. Some hair fell forward still, but I liked how it looked like I had on a half-patting. This was the type of style that I lived for, and I didn’t want to change it for anything in the world.
But, even as I tried to admire my beauty in the mirror, I couldn’t help but think about the way things had gone between me and Liam last night. Goddess! My finger slid down, touching my cunt through the skirt. It still hurt a bit, but not too much. To be honest, it had felt like haven when Liam had held me close to himself. But, should I really embrace those emotions when he has been nothing but rude to me?
