MARION

The bedroom door opened, and I leaned casually, sitting on the couch, phone in hand, though truthfully, I hadn’t read a single email. My gaze lifted the moment Demetria stepped out of her bedroom, a small overnight bag slung over her shoulder.

The dress she wore nearly made me forget to breathe. A casual little slip of floral fabric, clinging in all the right places, falling just above her knees. Simple, unassuming… but on her? It was lethal. The thin straps skimmed her shoulders, ...