![]() ![]() ![]() Her white top has become transparent, molding against her strapless bra and revealing a hint of her round, perky tits. Droplets of water slip across her cheeks and to her neck. I open my eyes and stare down at her petite face that’s all soaked. “If I’m going to ruin my hair, you better dance with me.” Slow classical music fills the air before a small hand slips into mine and the scent of soft violet fills my nostrils. ![]() She’s always prepared for these types of situations.Īlways strives to look her best, as if anything less is a direct insult to her personality. I wouldn’t be surprised if she has a change of clothes lying around somewhere. I lift my shoulder and close my eyes again.Īnnika’s probably flying downstairs to dry her hair. “I’d rather miss out than ruin my hair and clothes. “If you keep hiding from the rain, you’ll miss out.” ![]()
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