When James gets home from work that day, he smiles as he steps through the door, delighted by the aroma hitting him. "Hey, sweetheart," he calls out, moving into the kitchen.
The moment he sees her, he takes a good, long look at her from head to toe, resting his hands on her hips. "Damn. Look at you."
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The moment he sees her, he takes a good, long look at her from head to toe, resting his hands on her hips. "Damn. Look at you."