Denver.
After paying for the things we got from the shopping mall, I asked Zee to change into something more appropriate for a club night.
You seriously didn’t think we were heading home, did you?
Moments later, she looked absolutely gorgeous in a pair of black leather pants that hugged her curves perfectly, matched with a black top with a deep V-cut that slightly showed her cleavage.
Her lips—soft, plump, and glossed just enough to catch the light—were a goddamn invitation I wasn’t strong enough to ignore.
I had never felt so damn proud of myself.
It felt as if the universe had blessed me for something I may have done in my past.
With my hand stretched toward her, she took it, and together we walked out of the shopping mall. My heart beat harder with every step she took beside me.
