Her breath hitched as he looked up at her, his eyes dark, and she parted her legs for him, her body wired with anticipation for his touch. In anticipation of tonight, she'd had a very intense visit to the salon, so she had no qualms about how she would look to him. She was definitely not the grieving woman who had let herself go anymore.
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