“So I’ve been thinking.”
The words cause me pause, the weight of the sentence amplified with its delivery.
“Uh huh?”
“Well, maybe more planning than thinking.”
My face scrunches as I turn to her with an inquiring sort of scowl, “uh huh…”
“I want you to wear something tonight…”
There is an undeniable anticipation and zeal in her tone, “during the exhibit.”
In my childlike curiosity, I find an increasing level of trepidation. I forego another primitive response and instead silently await further explanation. She walks to the dresser, opens her panty drawer and pulls out a box.
“Here, open it.”
My mouth twists, knowing I’ll never abstain from taking a gift from her. I take the small package and lift my eyes to meet hers. Her eyes are eager and she has a hint of crimson about her cheeks, I can’t help but match her. I look back down to the gift and untie the wide ribbon bow around it, “Keep this for later?” She giggles and snatches the ribbon from my hand.