his eyes track down my body in a slow perusal of my outfit. He starts at my crop top and moves to the leather skirt that hits the top of my thigh. He lands on my knee-high boots, and he lets out a soft puff of air. “Wow.” “Is it too much?” I pull on the hem of the skirt and try to make it longer. “I’ve only been in overalls and khakis between here and the stadium. This is the first time I’ve worn something nice in a—” “Nothing about you could ever be too much. You look beautiful.”
