Chapter 88 Darkness In The Middle Of The Dance

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Hawney POV

I stepped into the midnight-blue lycra, pulling it up over my hips. It was tight, and fitted.

Sarah reached behind me, her fingers fumbling for the zipper at the base of my spine.

"Almost there," she whispered, her breath hot against my neck.

"Just stay still, Hawney. You look be...

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