Her light pink dress was cinched at the waist by a wide brown belt, which she paired with light brown knee-high boots. The perfect ensemble for a night in, around a fondue pot with chocolate, champagne and strawberries. It was the thought of showing Julian the naughty bits she wore underneath that made her belly tighten. He won’t know what hit him. The black lace baby-doll with the sheer black underwear was the tamest outfit she’d purchased. She wanted to start off innocent and work her way up. Her hand trembled as doubts threatened to swallow her whole. They’d been moving along so well. He didn’t flinch at her touch on his skin or act as if she’d disappear at any moment. What if pushing for more set them back to start? The butterflies in her stomach turned to boulders. It’s been five months. It’s time. Each time they kissed, the words “I love you” struggled to climb their way out of her mouth. She needed to know where they stood. But just in case it all went to hell afterward, she wanted this one night with him to be as close as two people could get.
