Too Late To Claim The Bride
Julian was looking down at her with a smooth, completely triumphant smile, his long strides matching her confident pace as they descended the stairs together like the undisputed king and queen of the New York circuit.
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I watched from the dark of the main bar, my vision blurring with an intense, frantic rage as Julian smoothly guided Cora directly to the center of the crowded dance floor.
The classical orchestra began to play a slow, sweeping melody, and I had to watch as Julian’s hand settled intimately onto the bare skin of the small of her back.
Cora leaned into his space, her lips parting as she let out a loud, genuine laugh, looking more beautiful, radiant, and alive than I had ever see
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