Sitting at the foot of the bed while I wait for you in the bathroom. I’m nervous, I sit up straight, my pretty new lingerie giving me the illusion that I know exactly what I’m doing. I don’t. I mean I do, I know sex, but not with you.
Satin falls from my shoulder, I go to fix the strap, but stop myself and hope that earns my shoulder a few extra kisses, I think this is your favorite color, but I’m not sure. I obsessed over the perfect thing to wear for you, I felt bad, so freaking bad at the store when I realized I’d never asked you your favorite color, but I think you said it once, but only in passing, so I’m just going to hope this is right. It wasn’t an easy color to find in lingerie, but I wanted to wear it.
I hear the door of the bathroom and I sit up perfectly straight, brush my hair off my shoulder, then brush it back over my shoulder, I cross my ankles as my feet dangle, then I decide instead to move to the center of the bed on my knees, no that’s too much, just stay with your feet dangling. I wait, nothing, you must have just bumped the door.
I exhale deep and check my reflection in the full length mirror, my cheeks and chest have never been redder, if it was possible to blush so hard that it caused pain then this was it. I looked at the dresser where my t-shirt and boy shorts were folded with the rest of my clothes, for a minute I debated on stripping, hiding this silly little piece of satin and ribbon, throwing on my t-shirt and boy shorts and pretending I’m asleep in bed…you’d never buy it, you know I never sleep…
Why am I so nervous? What have you done to me? I’ve gone in the span of your shower from confident Sex Goddess to mousy virginal librarian with a wart at the end of her nose, I laugh at my jump in self-confidence.
I look up to see you standing in the doorway, watching me as I’m lost in thought. I take a deep breath, bat my eyes, bite my lip, then wait…
Sweet, delicious words..the anticipation and the promise..