Off came Daniela’s shoes, then the socks. Slow. Gentle. Like peeling back the truth one inch at a time. And there they were, soft, high-arched, like they’d never touched trouble. Soles that looked like silk, and squirmed like they knew they were next. She curled ‘em, tried to hide ‘em. But once they were up and locked in place, it was over. No place to run. No room to lie. Just her and that shy little laugh she’d been hoarding for years…
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