❝If there was one thing Anthony Lockwood was afraid of, it would be Carolynne Blair Lynch's pure, mere, terrifying beauty.❞
𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭? Perhaps a day that didn't go your way so now you'd...
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𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. The day loved ones wore black. To celebrate the life of a recent deceased. The teens of Lockwood and Co had been invited to Sam Pandey's funeral and had agreed out of utter respect.
Carolynne was sat on her bed, zipping up her boots. She'd worn a simple formfitting black mini dress and planned on pairing it with a black cardigan.
"You ready?" Lockwood asked politely when he knocked on her door, "taxi should be here soon."
"Can you come in for a second?"
Without another word Lockwood opened the door and slipped into her room as she stood up from the bed. "Can you zip the back of my dress, please?"
Slowly Lockwood looked at her in more detail, craving each curve of her body. He nodded and walked towards her.
A shock sped down her spine as Lockwood glided his fingers across down her back to reach the zipper. He placed one hand on her waist and the other on the zipper. He paused half way and looked at her through the mirror, completely hypnotized by her beauty.
She asked softly, "what?"
Lockwood smiled as he looked back down at the zip, "nothing."
Carolynne watched him through the mirror but he only kept his eyes on the zipper. When he was done she turned around and was about to thank him but his intense stare stopped her.
