We were still dating when this occurred. I was swimming regularly, I saw my personal trainer 3 times a week and played hockey at least once a week. I was in my late twenties and in the best shape I’ve ever been in.
I picked Lily up at the closest Metro station. As always she looked amazing. She wore her platinum blond hair short. She has an eclectic fashion sense. She was most likely wearing her to go Jean jacket and a black skirt and converse shoes. I’m a blue jeans white shirt kinda guy.
We headed back to my place and had some snacks and opened a bottle of wine. We usually finished a bottle rather quickly. You’re not reading this for cooking recipes so let’s fast forward.
We entered my bedroom and the music was playing at a low volume courtesy of the ceiling speakers. The lights were dimmed and I could barely see our reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror.
We kissed passionately. Our tongues dancing in each other’s mouthes while our hands were busy striping away each other’s clothes.