Epilogue

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When Monday morning rolls around, you show up in class wearing the dress from last summer. It's cute and cosy, hugging you at just the right places. He's right – you should've flaunted it and yourself more.

And apparently, he loves it just as much as before, because he grins when you walk in and occupy a free seat two rows behind him. He turns and looks over his shoulder, smiling at you with a slight nod that you return in kind.

His eyes look soft and sweet; his stance relaxed and comfortable – and before he turns back, he takes off his glasses, licks his lips and winks. Shamelessly, intriguingly.

You make a mental note to ask him where the dress looks better; on your body – or on his floor.

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