At that moment, she wore a light, sheer chiffon nightdress, delicate and graceful, as if the slightest breeze could sweep her away. Her fair, shapely legs were completely on display before him…
She put her arms around his neck, resting her head against his broad chest, and said, “You’re the little bit of luck I’ve had in this life. For more than twenty years, you’re the only one who’s always favored me…”
Habit is a memory etched in the deepest part of our minds, impossible to erase…
