The ride ended in a narrow alleyway behind a row of old brick buildings. Jonathan put off the engine. "We’re here," he said, his voice raspy.Lucy came down with shaky legs, her knees nearly buckling. Jonathan caught her by the elbow, steadying her as he led her toward a heavy steel door. He fumbled with a set of keys, threw the door open, and ushered her inside.The apartment was small, smelling of old wood, coffee, and the faint, masculine scent of Jonathan’s cologne. It was a modest space, far different from the marble and polished houses Lucy was used to but it felt homely and safe. Jonathan flipped a switch, and the room light came on. He turned to her, and the words he was about to say died in his throat.The rain had been very heavy. Lucy’s light, floral summer dress was completely translucent, plastered to her skin like a second layer. The thin fabric left nothing to the imagination, tracing the soft curves of her waist and the swell of her breasts. Her hair was a dark, tan
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