We’ll go over there, I think. What should I wear?” “Now or tomorrow?” Confused, I pause and study him. “Wait, what do you mean now or tomorrow?” “Tomorrow, you can wear whatever, because you’re beautiful and you smell gorgeous.” He stalks toward me like I’m his prey. “Tonight, I’d like for you to wear nothing.” “Nothing?” I echo. “And I’ll wear your thighs over my shoulders.”
