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He was in the front roearing a black tux and sipping a glass of wine When he lowered his glass, I could see his strong, square jaith a hint of dark stubble coh his tanned skin His eyes were the most wonderful shade of amber, framed by dark eyebrows The man had thick black hair and for just a ers through it

We locked eyes and, as clichéd as it sounds, h me like a bullet

My eyes still on him, my hands went to the knot on the side ofThe two halves of the dress fell open, revealing the black bikini I had on underneath

His eyes swept down ain with er

When I reached the end of the runway, I slid the thin straps of the dress down over ner bikini that costoff the swimsuit, and took off back down the catwalk

I saw that the ot to him, the harder it was for aze fro

By the ti hard

Who was that ed to make me feel so disarmed in just a few seconds?

I shookto see hiain anyway He was just a face in the crowd, and I was sure that’s all he would remain

I walked the runo ain By the tiether, I was shaking, forcing myself to keep my head forward

The show ended and I dashed off to the dressing roo with a few of the other woer thanat the vanity as I took off iven me as much joy as it once did