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AUTHOR’S POV
The soft glow of the bedroom lights cast a golden hue on Sloane’s reflection as she stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the hem of her black dress.
The fabric clung to her body in all the right places, hugging her curves and accentuating her toned legs.
It was short—just enough to tease, to leave an impression—but still effortlessly elegant.
Her sleek, straightened hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly, while her lips, painted in a deep, sultry shade, curled into a satisfied smirk.
She looked breathtaking.
As she ran her hands down her dress one last time, she felt a familiar presence behind her—before he even touched her, she could feel him.
The warmth of his body, the way the air shifted as he moved closer. Then, in
