Savage
“Do I look okay?”
My gaze travels up from the floor where I’m tying the laces of my dress shoes to where she stands in front of me. It takes in fuck-me heels, long tan legs, and thighs that grip me so tight when I’m in between them. Eventually I encounter the end of a lavender dress that hugs all her curves, showing off her shoulders. Which is fitting, since her shoulders are one of my favorite parts of her body.
A sexy, sophisticated woman stands in front of me. How different she looks here than she’d looked for prom, nervously wringing her hands in front of her. The parallels in our life before and our life now are sometimes crazy in how they mirror. I feel almost like we’re doing the same relationship, just as adults now. To be truthful, I’m in awe of her and how she carries herself.