
An acute sense of danger stumbled up my spine and paused at the back of my brain like a drunk bracing against a wall, waiting to vomit. Taking slow, deep breaths, I watched her walk away, removing her clothes and leaving a trail of name-brand undergarments as breadcrumbs into her bedroom. One last glimpse over her shoulder at me, she smiled and arched her back, turning slightly to give me a view of her inner thigh through the space between her legs. But the danger was actually behind me, an Army Ranger about to enter the hallway and walk into my peripheral vision. He was looking for his long-lost girlfriend, and I was in the right place at exactly the wrong time.
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