I had sent Dominic a message last night before going to bed that I would be driving myself to work this morning but that I would stop off and get his coffee like I always did.
I hadn’t gotten a reply, but I did see that he read it so I took that as his ‘Okay’.
Preston and I took a shower together this morning; we touched, we kissed, we bathed and then we got out.
I wasn’t even upset that all weekend we hadn’t ‘slept’ together. It felt nice to wait for someone. It felt nice to be wanted for something other than what was between my legs.
“You ready?” He asked as he stood next to the door.
I finished putting in my earrings and grabbed my purse and keys from the counter.
“I guess. Do I look okay?”
I was wearing something I usually didn’t; pants. Not jeans, but light grey, high-waisted,
