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Love a Good Glass of Wine || Lydia & Jackson

Lydia pressed the wand to her lips, the spongy tip coating her mouth in a light pink gloss as she stared in the mirror, rubbing her lips together before leaning back and slipping a pair of studs in her ears, straightening her skirt and giving herself one more once-over in the tall mirror behind the door, letting out a satisfied sigh, before turning and slipping on her red high-heels, grabbing her purse and walking out the bathroom door, down the stairs, a hand gliding lightly along the railing before she stopped at the front door and turned, leaning up against it, her arms crossed in front of her chest, the slightly shining silver-white fabric of her shirt bunching at the elbows, nylon-clad legs crossing over each other as she put on a small smirk, her eyes glistening with excitement and anticipation as she waited for Jackson, humming a little tune under her breath.

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    Jackson watched over her as she slept, gazing at the ceiling, thinking f white dresses and rings and flowers, and how...
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    She smiled, the sound of his voice soothing her, lulling her to sleep, “I love you.” She whispered as she dozed off,...