Lucas
The moment she steps out, I’m f*****g floored. Is this Aria? The same girl who’s always drowning in oversized hoodies and ripped jeans? Because right now, she looks like she just walked off a damn red carpet. That fitted red dress is a problem—low-cut, short as hell, and clinging to her like it was made for her.
Her black hair falls in these soft waves, framing her face perfectly. And her face? Beautiful. Oval, smooth skin, and those green eyes are practically glowing. But it’s the rest of her that’s got me f****d up. Her legs aren’t long, but they’re smooth, toned, and straight, and all I can think about is them wrapped around my neck while I pound Into her relentlessly.
Stop it. Pull it together.
But then my eyes wander to her boobs—round, perky, full. Where the hell has she b
