Savio's POV.
Fuck. Me.
These were the only thoughts that ran through my mind when the sight of Fiona in that light blue dress slid into my view. It was like having the wind knocked clean out of me as I watched her, the silk dressed hugged her gentle curves so tightly that I could see every inch, dip and hollow of her body, her hair, lovely gold tresses, were packed up into an elegant updo, revealing a regal neck and the lovely angles of her face, that were now a lot more defined due to the malnourishment she'd suffered the past month, of course I didn't let myself think of that or the fact that I was to blame for her current state, my eyes were fixed on her body.
Damn it. Why did she have to be so f*****g curvy?
My eyes drop for her updo to her breasts, visible from the top of the plun
