Guilty Pleasure #2
“Fine. But only if you promise not to scream.”
“I’m already screaming inside. Spill!”
Elena hesitated, then exhaled sharply, her excitement bubbling over. "Ryan, he left me something."
Avonlea’s smirk widened. "Left you something? Like what, a restraining order?"
Elena rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight her grin. She angled the camera to show the bed, where the most gorgeous, slinky, sinful dress she had ever seen lay on a soft box. Sky-blue satin, almost translucent in certain lights, with a dangerously low neckline and a high slit that screamed mischief, the exact one she’d lingered over while shopping yesterday.
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