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When the periwinkle dress swayed slightly in the autumn breeze, I was shivering at a completely different reason.
His eyes were too black to count the different colours of flecks in them, yet the raw anger that burst through the abyss prickled my skin with an odd sensation. The bridge was burning fast despite the incoming snow blizzard.
My bare neck was just another nail on our attempts at a fake relationship. I should have opted out for the azure high neck cocktail dress and yet my traitorous heart whispered otherwise.
His discomfort will surely soothe my guilt. Won't it?