I stared at my reflection, admiring my work. I’d gotten myself ready in a record-breaking 45 minutes. I’d been lying down, glasses on my face, and fuzzy slippers on my feet when I got a text. Let’s go out. I’ll be there in an hour. It was never a question with him, but I liked that. The push and pull was the thrill of it all. Never have I had a man command such a presence over me. I loved every second of it.
I had decided on a black fit and flare strapless dress with my bright red chunky heels. My toes were painted with french tips, and sparkled when the light hit just right. Sitting on my decolletage was a skinny gold pendant. I spritzed myself in that perfume that I know he loves, and made my way to the door. Like clockwork his knock rang on the loud through my small apartment. My cat jumped down from his little perch, and rubbed his face on my ankle as I opened the door.
Standing in the doorway was him. Every. Beautiful. Inch. I locked eyes with him, trying my damndest not to look down at his lips. His lips that I know will feel warm against mine.