GREG'S POV
Garnet had always been a beautiful girl.
I'd watched her grow up from the awkward teenager who used to trip over her own feet coming down the stairs to the eighteen year old who now paraded through my house in satin nightwear that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
And those thick n*****s pressing through the fabric every morning at breakfast like she had no idea what she was doing.
Those thighs filling out every pair of shorts she owned.
Those breasts that had been getting fuller and heavier every year until I had to make a conscious effort not to stare at them across the dinner table while her mother talked about property listings.
I loved her mother. That was true and it stayed true.
But her mother's body had given me everything it had to give over the years
