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I stood in the center of the bathroom with several sets of lingerie; silk, satin, scattered across the vanity and the rugged floor.
Yea, I have tried all of them already, tossing each one aside with a frustrated sigh and staring at my reflection in the mirror.
“Why the f**k are you so nervous?” I cussed at myself.
It wasn’t as if I were a virgin.
But this was Zeus. This wasn't just s*x; it was the culmination of everything we had fought through. This felt like a surrender and a victory all at once.
The final stamp.
Finally, I reached for the crimson red set and wore it. It was a bold, sheer lace that clung to my curves, the color as vivid as fresh blood.
As I fastened the straps and adjusted the cups, I watched myself in the mirror. The red contrasted sharply with my skin,
