back at square one

She stood there, in his hitchen, face to face with the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen, thinking “could this finally be him?” His gaze was penetrating beyond her eyes and seemed to reach deep into her soul.

His hands slid down her back, along her porcelain white skin revealed by the plunging neck line of her black dress.

“Have you ever thought about exfoliating?” he muttered.

Damn. Just like that, she knew she was back at square one.


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