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I stared down at the outfit I had chosen, willing myself to be satisfied with the meld of clothes. Black cropped pull neck sweater that matched the black high waisted jeans and heeled ankle boots. It was a monochromatic color and definitely not what a Luna was expected to wear but it would have to do.
My hair was up in a high ponytail, the curly strands from the shower stretching down to the small of my back. I stared at the make up set out on my dressing table, only thinking twice after I realized just how much I was obsessing over my look, something I never used to do.
It's that damn kiss....His confession that absolutely floored me...
Nothing had prepared me for the intense kiss we shared, let alone his words that had been floating around in my mind from the moment he dropped me off here in our room, throughout my shower and afterward. I was speechless, enamored by the man who possessed my soul.
