Sadé sat in her car at the red light, her lips slightly parted, still feeling the lingering aftershocks of her afternoon with Adamo. A slow grin stretched across her face, and she caught her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her skin glowed, her eyes were softer, her body completely at ease.
But her hair? A different story. Her braids were disheveled, falling haphazardly around her shoulders. She reached up, attempting to tame them into a ponytail, but it only made them look worse. She sighed, giving up.
Then she noticed her shirt—misbuttoned. And worse, no bra.
"Damn it, Adamo..." she muttered, glancing around the car, hoping she had just absentmindedly tossed it somewhere. No such luck.
As the light turned green, she focused on getting home, her thoughts still caught between the pas
