You’re something else. She shakes and ducks her head with a smile, blonde hair falling in front of her eyes in wisps. Her hands toy with the hem of his shirt. Now, I guess you unwrap me. Karen looks up with a smirk. She isn’t a gift and she certainly doesn’t come with a receipt. She’s just a woman standing in front of him in a blue halter dress, eager and waiting.

You’re the first guy I’ve felt this safe being like this with. She slips out of her ballerina flats and runs a soft, bare sole up his leg.