Aurora's POV
My heart began to pound violently against my ribs.
How could two men be so… identical in such an intimate way?
I tried to tell myself I was just traumatized, that I was seeing Raymond everywhere because I was scared. But the similarity was so striking it made my head spin.
"Your turn, Aurora," Oliver rumbled, his voice pulling me back to the present.
He was watching me with those piercing blue eyes, waiting for me to join him.
I reached for the zipper of my red dress, my fingers trembling so much I could barely grip the metal. I felt exposed, not just because I was about to be naked, but because the ghost of Raymond was driving me insane.
Because of the possibility that something wasn't right.
