MIRON“This dress?” Her voice was calm, still standing in place. Irina couldn’t hide her expression as her eyes traveled down my body, as if in awe, if only for a split second.“Yes, wear that dress. We’re going out for dinner,” I said, moving to the closet.As I chose what to wear, it was quiet. I turned my head, and Irina remained rooted to the spot, silent, her eyes fixed firmly on the dress on the bed.“Why?” I asked.Her body jerked, startled. She didn’t scream, and she looked at me softly again. I kept falling into her gaze. I reassured myself over and over again that she was Irina, not the woman from the past.And yes, I realized that she was Irina.“This dress is a deep wine color. It’s satin, bodycon, with a high slit in the front. It’ll accentuate my cleavage, and—”“I know!” I cut her off, hoping she wouldn’t have to describe the dress, which would make me imagine how beautiful her body was, perfect, hot, and sexy. I definitely wouldn’t be able to contain myself in front of
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