Looking down, she was pleased to see a decent amount of cleavage displayed by the silky garment. An equally impressive expanse of her lightly tanned legs stretched below the hem of the lavender shirt. The set normally included shorts, which she always wore when her dad was home, but not today. She’d also toyed with the idea of not wearing underwear, but had decided that would be too blatant. David was at the kitchen table, his laptop opened before him as he sipped a mug of coffee. Typing with one hand, he held a piece of toast in the other. Completely engrossed by his task, it gave her another welcomed opportunity to study the object of her youthful fantasies. He had let his hair grow out in recent weeks, and the light-brown locks were an unruly mass of curls that gave the hardened soldier a softened, somewhat boyish edge. Even after three weeks as a civilian, he still had perfect posture and seemed to be awaiting orders to slip from at-ease to full attention, though he was probably unaware of that.
