FENRYS' POV
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She'll do nothing. She won't touch Briar. That's what I keep telling myself as we walk up to the front door, and I hate that Briar tried her best to look ugly, but the joke is on her, because my girl can't look ugly. 'She's not your girl,' Helion snorts, but he knows she is. Briar doesn't know that though. "You got it?" She asks, her voice a soft whisper that threatens to ride away on the wind. "Yes," I whisper back. I knock on the door, and it takes a few seconds to open, but when it does, Janice is wearing a tight little black dress, her breasts nearly pooling out of the fabric and I just know that if she bends over, everything will be on display.
I force the nausea away, and make myself look her over, to eye her from her to toe as she leans against the door, smiling
