I stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary.
The black bra barely contained what I had to offer. I ran my hand slowly along my waist, following the curve of my hip as if discovering it for the first time. There was something about that night that felt different. Electric.
The phone rang. It was him. I answered on the first ring.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
I looked at the mirror. Smiled.
"Nothing I can tell you about," I said.
"Can I imagine?"
"You can try."
I learned that night that desire, well used, is the most powerful weapon that exists. 😈