The Billionaire’s Runaway Bride
she said quickly.
"I want to," I answered, stepping closer.
"Turn around," she added after a second, voice even softer. "I need to change."
I did as she asked without hesitation, turning my back toward her. I stared at the far wall, clenching my fists loosely at my sides, giving her as much space as I could, even though every muscle in my body was screaming to look.
The soft rustle of fabric filled the room.
The quiet slide of her jeans hitting the floor.
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