It was the first chance I’d had to really dress up since before I’d had Jill, six months ago. I’d even bought a new dress for the occasion—a sleek black little number that accentuated my curves. “Niiiiice,” said a voice from outside the bathroom. Kevin was grinning as he sat down on the edge of the bed, while he gave me the once-over, nodding with appreciation. I set down the gloss and walked over to him. “Think so?” “Mm-hmmm.” He wrapped his arms around my ass and looked up at me. “I almost wish we could skip dinner.” “No dice, pal. You promised me a romantic walk in the park and a fancy dinner. But...” I trailed my finger down his chest “...if you play your cards right, I might let you get a little frisky during that walk.” “Alright!” He grinned like a boy and did a fist pump. I laughed, then giggled when he nestled his face into my cleavage. My phone chimed on the nightstand, and I groaned. “That better not be Harmony telling me that she’ll be late.
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