Page 32 of Dirty Money
Aullie was finally ready to give in to the gorgeous, mysterious, confusing man and see where the sparks between them could really go.
When they broke apart, Weston kept his face close to hers and his arms around her waist, whispering in her ear, “You look amazing in that dress by the way.”
“Thank you,” she giggle-whispered.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” he said, beaming down at her. There were smudged traces of Aullie’s dark lipstick on his mouth and he didn’t seem to have any motivation to wipe them away.
It’s almost like I’ve claimed him, she thought. It was kind of sexy, knowing that this man wanted to be hers, and wanted everyone else to know it too.
Aullie realized in that one, beautiful moment that she was ready.
She was ready to see what it meant to fall in love.
