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Bas still sat in the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, as he watched Evin step out.
She pulled her coat around her shoulders, but it did nothing to hide what was underneath.
The dress was short. Tight. And the glow of the streetlights made her skin gleam like amber.
Bas couldn’t look away.
She was fire—a fire he couldn’t put out.
The black metallic dress, clinging to her body like a second skin, accentuated every line, every curve he already knew by heart—but seeing her like this, in this moment, was driving him insane.
The way the fabric gleamed against her taut, bronzed skin sent his pulse into overdrive.
Her legs, wrapped in those high black boots, looked endless, and his thoughts were consumed by a single desire—
To pull her into his lap. To touch her. To feel her.
God, she looks so fucking hot.
That dress—that goddamn dress—felt like it was made for one reason only.
To drive him to the brink of insanity.
He imagined how it would feel to slip his hands under the fabric, to feel her skin beneath his fingertips.
She is my downfall.
Bas bit his lip, watching every move she made—the way she pulled her coat tighter around herself, even though he knew damn well she could feel his eyes on her.
He had noticed it immediately—she was thinner now. More delicate.
But it didn’t matter.
The dress fit her perfectly, hugging her body in a way that made his thoughts spiral into places they shouldn’t go.
He didn’t know why—but she looked hotter than ever.
His mind raced with thoughts that were anything but innocent.
That forbidden thought that haunted him over and over again.
He wanted to feel her.
Wanted her to burn for him just as much as he burned for her.
But he had to keep himself in check.
Evin was different.
She wasn’t just some girl he could have fun with.
Not because she didn’t want him—but because he knew she had the power to completely unravel him.
To wreck him in every possible way.
“Are you coming or what?!” she called out to him.