Grayson helped Honey redress, his movements surprisingly gentle after the intensity of their encounter. He smoothed her skirt, buttoned her blouse, his fingers lingering against her skin with each motion. There was something deeply intimate about being dressed by the same hands that had just brought her to ecstasy, a tenderness that made her throat tighten with emotion.
"You're beautiful," he murmured as he helped arrange her copper hair, his fingers combing through the silky strands. "I can't wait for everyone to see the real you."
Honey caught his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. "Are you sure about this? Doing it today instead of tomorrow?"
"Absolutely." His voice was firm, confident. "No more waiting, no more hiding. I want the world to know exactly who you are."
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