My hammered against my chest. Ashton would be home soon. It was New Years'. And I wanted to make it special.
Hands trembling, I adjusted the salad bowl and plates on the kitchen table. Now all I had to do was get dressed.
I wanted to look sexy, of course I did. But I was worried about overdoing it... What if I just ended up looking stupid?
"Come on, I can do this," I muttered to myself.
Truth is, Ashton and I had never done anything that serious before- I mean, the furthest we had ever gone was kissing. And he was so freaking patient and kind, that boy, he was always happy with whatever I was happy with. That's why I loved him. He's an angel.
I stared at myself in the mirror, in only just my underwear. I was wearing a lacy black bra and matching panties, with lace trimmings along the thighs and ass. Snatching my favourite dressing gown, I threw it on and tied it loosely around my waist, so that you could see a hint of my bra peeking through.
Mildly suggestive, but not too much. ...