Skip to [MY PLACE] if you’re already feeling steamy ;)
I took an uber to the brewery a little earlier than we planned so I could feel more comfortable in the space. I sat in the back of a grey Prius, crossing and uncrossing my legs while wondering if I should’ve worn a dress. I wore my favorite floral v-neck cold shoulder shirt over a super cute push-up bra I had been dying to use. I even brought out a particularly thong for the occasion. My shoes had a slight heel so my butt could look it’s best. I wanted him to want me.
He was my type. I saw him semi-regularly at a mutual friend’s get-togethers and would try to steal glances. He was fit, handsome and funny. We even shared the same humor as we locked eyes mid-laugh. I’m not sure why but those moments made me hot and bothered. My body was trying to figure out what to do with this feeling. I didn’t know I wanted him at the time. I just knew I had a physical response to his voice, his body, and his smile.