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Daria rubbed her sleep filled eyes before using a corner of her nightshirt to wipe her glasses free of any imperfections on the clear surface. She had just spent one of many countless nights at her best friend's house.
She placed her glasses back on her face and froze. Trent Lane was watching her.
"You're underwear is hot Daria."
The older man strolled by Jane's open doorway to go down the stairs. Her heartbeat acted like it had just been on one of Jane's morning jogs.
He didn't mean anything by it. Daria knew logically that Trent had no interest in her and that he never had. Her underwear, black silk in a simple cut (courtesy of Quinn wanting to 'help' get her a new boyfriend) was indeed sexier than her normal choice…
Daria blushed. It had been a few weeks since she had broken up with Tom and she had already been down this road before, but as she peeked down the empty hallway butterflies swam in her stomach.
She would curse Trent Lane to the ends of the earth for doing this to her again.
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