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And certainly hopelessly. “Sleeping Beauty…” He smiled lazily as his eyes caressed her face. “There aren't many women who look more beautiful without make-up, but you are one of them.” “Thank you but this is definitely an exaggeration.” Alanis smiled as she spoke but her movements were erratic as she sat up, adjusting her bikini as she did so. The wet silk had folded in on itself a little over her thighs and was getting dangerously near the needle-thin scar at the bottom of her stomach.

“Adriana!” She ignored him, tossing her jacket into his hands. Now, she was left wearing only a thin-strapped camisole, revealing one bare shoulder and a slender collarbone. Her warm, fair skin was delicate and flawless. Every inch of her looked like finely crafted, expensive porcelain. Her waist was slim, almost fragile, yet carried an undeniable strength. Her natural, striking proportions were captivating without any effort. Adriana flicked her ponytail over her shoulder, her smile both playful and mesmerizing under the dazzling lights. Sexy and confident, she teased, “How is it? Not bad, right?”

It seemed like they were out of place in the bland coffee shop, they almost jumped out at you with their beauty. The woman’s skin was so soft and flawless as it stretched across her elegant face. Her big brown eyes were perfectly proportionate to her small nose and full lips. Her small body was as evenly sculpted as her face. The muscles showed even when she wasn’t flexing them and her skin tight shirt showcased her flat stomach as her dark blue jeans complimented her tight rear end.

I fucking had everything perfectly planned. Giulia looked happy, and that was all that mattered to me. The soft light cast a warm halo around her, accentuating the rich, vibrant hue of her beautiful hair. Each strand shimmered under the light, flowing like molten gold that danced with the breeze. Her hair framed her face in a way that made her brown eyes even more captivating, their depths gleaming with a mysterious allure. Giulia's beauty was almost palpable, a magnetic presence that drew me in. It brought me a soothe that calmed me.

Odette beamed. I drank in her appearance the same way everyone else did. From her heart-shaped face and her honey voice to her high cheekbones that shimmered with a dusting of highlighter and blush and eyelids that were smoky with thick, black winged eyeliner. Her lips—bottom slightly plumper than the top—were stained pink to match her pink tank top which dipped to show cleavage. The blue jeans she wore fit her like a second skin, clinging to the curves of her ass, thighs, and carves—she clearly worked out—and her feet were clad in original chuck Taylors.

It was unavoidable, as they both struggled to find matters to talk about. However, Ronin’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over Carmen’s features as they caught the warm rays of sunlight streaming through the window. Her heart-shaped face seemed to radiate a gentle glow, highlighting her natural beauty. Her dark, straight hair cascaded gracefully over her shoulders, contrasting perfectly with her fair complexion and flawlessly smooth skin. He noticed the freckles sprinkled across her cheeks, small but charming details that added to her unique charm.

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The passing beaches made my mouth slightly askew at it beauty, "Is it alright if I head up to the beach tomorrow? Get a nice day out?" Triston barely paid me any attention, "Sure. Sure." He waved me off, as I faced him. Triston was a good looking man, his blonde hair combed back in a way that complemented his facial structure. He was focused on his work, his sapphire eyes scanning lines of an email that was probably important. I remember when I had important tasks- things that needed my attention that I would ignore him for. Now, I had none of that- just my silly garden-