The Visit
She looked at the contract in front of her and read it. She curved her lips inward and licked them as she read the final line: “the undersigned party thus relinquishes full sexual control over to the primary party of this contract.”
She looked up to her right as she felt the gentle touch of a massive hand on her lower back. As he looked down on her with warm, brown eyes, she felt herself gravitate towards the canopy of his broad shoulders. She had become accustomed to the feel of his hand on her back as he’d taken her shopping, but it was the smell and size of him that she seemed to get lost in each time he got close.
They had talked about the former as she’d tried on a little black dress. “You just smell … clean,” she’d said. “Like, just so fresh and sweet. I don’t know.” She punctuated the latter statement with a nervous giggle. His eyes twinkled and never left her as she twirled in the dress. He’d chuckled and smiled in response; the sharp lines of his jaw and a heartwarming set of dimples illuminating his face as he did.