Trevor~
What the actual f**k?
My mouth opens, closes, and opens again. I consciously force my lips to close, afraid if I don't, I'll risk calling out her name or even make a bigger fool of myself by drooling.
Holy s**t!
She's everything I remember and more.
Then again, maybe I'm hallucinating.
Maybe the vision before me is my imagination. Maybe it's induced by the alcohol we consumed last night. I'm sure after the quantity, there's still some coursing through my bloodstream. Maybe this is a mirage, a vision that doesn't really exist, one I've concocted out of desire. After all, Shana Price has been in my thoughts daily—and especially nightly—since our one secret night.
Whatever is happening...I approve.
This fashion show just got a lot better!
The rest of the models disappea
