He had only imagined it last night, but seeing it up close now—her thighs, slightly fuller than Ruby's, soft and smooth under the lace-trimmed gown—was enough to make any man's heart race.
The next morning, Ruby stepped out wearing tight white cotton trousers embroidered with flowers. Her long hair flowed freely, and the clean, soft look gave her a gentle appearance, worlds away from her occasional cold demeanor.
Two completely different styles. Gio's gaze immediately fixed on Fiona, while Lance, standing behind him, couldn’t take his eyes off Ruby.
It was a look he hadn’t seen before—no cool distance, no guarded smile. Instead, Ruby seemed drowsy, which only deepened Lance's affection for her.
He was transported back to freshman year, remembering the first time he’d seen her—confident
