Page 83 of Look at Her and Die

He chuckled and turned us, moving me until I was standing beside the bed.

I headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up and came back moments later wearing his shirt from the day before.

Crawling back into bed, I once again went to his side and laid my head on his chest.

He sifted one hand through my hair, and I was lost to sleep in moments.

Twenty-One

My toxic trait is once the sun stops shining, I want to quit my job.

—Posy’s secret thoughts

POSY

I fucking hated suits.

Even more, I hated wearing suits to stuffy functions where everyone wanted to one-up the other with their money and their prestige.

But, like I had to keep reminding myself, this stupid ball was for a good cause.

A cause that was now near and dear to my heart thanks to Searcy’s full explanation of her formative years, and how the Y had helped her so much along the way.

There was no way I’d ever skip this function ever again.

It was just too bad that tonight was not only the ball, but after the ball, I’d have to go into Dallas for an overnight shift at DFD—Dallas Fire Department.

Because the moment that Searcy stepped out in that dress…it was over for me.

If I didn’t have her at some point before I went into that shift, I might very well die.

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

“Do you like it?” she asked. “I had to go to a prom dress store for this. I about threw up when I saw the total.”

I’d offered to pay, of course.

Since she was doing me the favor by going.

However, she’d adamantly refused, and I’d let her.

Money was a weird topic right now with everything going on, and if she wanted to pay for her dress, that was fine.

As long as she didn’t try to pay for dinner or buy me anything, we’d be good.

“I fucking love it,” I said as I took her in in all her glory.

Long black dress that had a train behind her. Black shoes with red bottoms. Sparkles all over the dress.

Her hair was in a simple braided updo that looked complicated as hell, and her makeup was just shy of looking like she had none on at all.

Her eyes were green tonight, and her lashes looked long as fuck.

She wasn’t wearing fake ones, though.

I only knew that because she’d complained non-stop about how expensive lash extensions were, and even if she did have money now, she would never pay for them.

She’d gotten dressed at my house and had taken to leaving her more expensive stuff at my place since she didn’t want anyone at her own knowing what was going on.

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