JORDAN
It feels like a bolt of lightning when my eyes finally land on Astrid in the crowd. I’ve been searching for her since I walked into the room, and now that I’ve found her, I can’t look away.
The dress she’s wearing doesn’t leave anything to the imagination, and I can’t seem to take my eyes off her.
She's wearing a deep emerald dress that hugs her body perfectly, flowing down in elegant, soft waves.
The neckline dips low, enough to tease her cleavages, and the slit at the side runs above her thighs, revealing her smooth skin that has me swallowing hard.
Her ginger hair cascades down her shoulder, framing her face in a way that makes her look effortlessly stunning. Breathtaking.
“My girl looks stunning, doesn’t she?” Peter speaks beside me.
Peter and I arrived at the same time,
