Taylor
God, what the hell was I doing? Telling this complete stranger my life story? Damn, but she was easy to look at. And I really wanted to run my fingers through that hair. Combine that with those soft brown eyes and, damn. And that voice, geez, almost a childlike soprano. I was already daydreaming about what it would sound like moaning in ecstasy. I needed to switch it up.
"So how about you? Why architecture?"
She grinned and blushed, making my heart melt just a little. "Probably because of my parents, they're both in real estate, in ways. Dad's a developer; mom's an agent. I always loved looking at the buildings. It's how they met, mom was selling space in one of the properties dad's company built up." Aly shrugged. "I guess it worked out, it's been twenty-five years."
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