Wrapped in his warm embrace, Roxy refuses to move. This is where she wants to be. She pretends they are a couple. In her mind they have been together for years. Lying in his arms is how she wakes up every morning. They are inseparable. Even in sleep he hangs on tight. His grip on her is one of unbreakable possession. In her fantasy, he never lets her go.
Cocooned in his tattered black T-shirt, she curls into his warm body in the center of the big bed. The morning light breaks through the curtains of his bedroom and shines like a spotlight on the royal blue dress. Last night’s party was epic. The borrowed blue dress had barely covered her body. In spite of the lack of fabric, Bobby’s eyes never left her face. He looked at her the way he did when they were teenagers. He saw her like no one else could.
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