Our Way

by T.L. Swan

He steps forward, in between my legs, and his hands rest on my upper thighs. “A long time, too.” I frown, surprised. “Why?” His eyes hold mine. “I guess I’m waiting for Mrs. Right.” I smile up at him. “Are you going to teach her bad things?” I tease. “Fuck.” He pauses, his eyes drop to my lips. “I want to.” My face falls. Our eyes are locked, and you could cut the tension between us with a knife. Wait, what? I was just teasing. He pulls me closer on the counter toward him in a decidedly sexual manner. I sip my tea, unsure what’s going on right now. “Don’t you mean… Mr. Right?” I whisper. “Umm…yeah.” He takes my tea off me and puts it down on the counter. “Let’s get you out of that dress,” he whispers. He lifts me off the counter and leads me into the bedroom. I feel close to him tonight; so close that it almost feels like… He positions me before the full-length mirror in my bedroom. He stands behind me and then slowly slides the zipper down. I watch him concentrate on his task, his eyes following the zipper. He slides one spaghetti strap off my shoulder, and then the other. He bites his bottom lip as he slowly slides my dress down. It catches over my hips, and he uses his hands to work it loose.