Caught

His hands grip her thighs, slowly moving up to knead her bottom.

Really, there is barely any space between them and as he leans forward and buries his face against the crook of her neck, she mentally corrects herself. No more space left whatsoever.

He presses multiple kisses against her neck, lavishing it like he worships it. She moans.

The sound excites him – makes him want so much more – and his hands start roaming all over her body.

She looks out the window and smirks when she finds what she’s looking for.

She makes sure to smile for the camera.

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The Woman in His Dreams

She haunted his dreams.

She was always in a distance, standing by the windows. He couldn’t see her face yet he knew it was the same woman each time.

She was always in a dress.

Her hair was always up, too, and she looked like she wouldn’t fit on a normal day in the twenty first century. There was something regal about her, like she belonged in another time.

It would always be just her silhouette he’d see. Just that.

But each time, she’d turn her head and look at him.

Then he’d awake and she’d vanish.

Except for now.

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Dresses

She had many dresses.

Rack after rack was filled with them. She had every color. She had every shade of every color. She had every style. She had one too many.

She guessed she shouldn’t be surprised, though she wondered when such a custom had started. Many of those people whose weddings she wore those dresses for were not her friends, not in the strictest sense. They’re the type who came and went.

But nonetheless, she was always a bride’s maid.

Maybe it really just came with being a wedding planner.

She wondered when she could be the bride instead.

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Perfect

There’s James – the eternal pretty boy.

Always in perfectly tailored suits and other similar outfits, he is suave. He is cultured. He is a gentle man. He is a charmer. He is perfect, it seems.

Then, there’s Nick – the eternal bad boy.

Always dressed in clothes that went with his devil may care ways, he is rebellious. He is edgy. He is mysterious. He is inviting. He is perfect too, it seems.

It’s a hard decision, it seems, when they both are after fighting for your heart.

But not for her

She doesn’t want them both.

She doesn’t want perfect.

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Bad

He was a bad guy.

He was just different.

Depending on who was being asked

He was bad – bad for her, they said.

“You could do better,” they said. “How could you love someone like him?”

“Why?” They asked. “Why?”

She took one look at him and smiled.

It was the way he stopped smoking when he found out she didn’t like guys who did.

It was the way he tried to be better, if only to see her smile.

It was the way he wanted to be perfect for her, even when she didn’t want perfect.

That was why.

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