My Forbidden Fruit
it was open all the way, the fabric falling low to the curve of my back, exposing my skin and making me feel vulnerable in the most maddening way.
"Try it," the saleswoman encouraged with a warm smile.
I nodded and headed into the dressing room.
When I emerged, the air changed.
Enzo's gaze caught me, slowly pulling down my form. His jaw clenched, and for once, he said nothing. Just stared as if he was holding on by a thread.
I turned a little, showing the open back.
Nothing.
"Too much?" I asked, suddenly shy.
His voice was rough. "That dress is illegal."
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