Our Way

by T.L. Swan

This is nothing new. Nathan has seen me undress a million times before. But this feels… sexual. I stand before him in a white strapless bra and a G-string, with thigh-high nude stockings. I watch him in the mirror as his eyes roam up and down my body, drinking me in. I want to blurt out What the hell are you doing? but I don’t want to ruin the moment. Whatever this moment is. He stands closer and puts his hand on my stomach. We stare at each other in the mirror, and there’s an honesty between us. Maybe it’s intimacy or maybe it’s just the champagne. At this point, anything is a possibility because none of this is making sense. With his eyes locked on mine, he kisses my cheek with an open mouth. My heart skips a beat. He runs his fingers up my arms, and goosebumps scatter. “Nathan,” I whisper. “Ssh,” he whispers, as if not wanting words to get in the way. He lets me go and slowly unbuttons his shirt. I can see the ripples of his stomach muscles in the dimly lit room. I feel arousal slam into my body like a freight train, slow, strong and measured. Our eyes are locked in the mirror.