Twisted Fate
My phone buzzed on the vanity, breaking the spiral of thoughts.
Outside.
I grabbed my purse and slipped into my heels, my heart giving a little nervous kick as I stepped out into the cool evening air. Alf was leaning casually against his car, the city lights catching in his sandy-blond hair. He wore a black button-down shirt, the first few buttons undone, and dark charcoal trousers that fit just right. When his eyes landed on me, his smile deepened, slow and warm, and something in my chest eased.
“You look breathtaking,” he said, reaching for my hand. He lifted it to his lips and pressed a kiss to my knuckles, his touch gentle yet enough to make my breath hitch.
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