Imagine 67: You wore something sexy
Every woman was supposed to have a little black dress, or, at least, that’s what your best friend believed. So, here you were wearing one of the shortest and tightest dress you had ever had the audacity to buy.
“Michael...” you called out, “What do you think?” You opened the door to the bedroom and stepped out, hoping that your fashionista husband would approve. He turned when you walked into the living room. There was a sharp intake of breath as his eyes roamed your frame.
“You look…” there was a pause, “Wow. Baby, you look amazing!” You smiled and blushed a light shade of pink, happy at his words.
“You think so?”
“Mmhmm,” he said, walking towards you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a hug, nuzzling your neck.
“But do we have to go out tonight?” he asked.
“You’re the one who wanted to..” you said with a small laugh as you returned his hug.
“I think I changed my mind,” he said, “Why don’t we just stay home?” You shook your head, smiling slightly, but agreed anyway.