June.
I came out of the bathroom, holding the bathrobe that was covering up the red lingerie that I wore beneath, he was on a call, twirling the red glass of wine, his eyes fell on me.
He hung on the words he was saying on the phone.
I noticed I had gotten his attention, and gently took the robe off my body while holding his gaze, the phone dropped from his hand, and he left hanging.
“I was never wrong,” He said, and the robe slipped off me completely, I sauntered to the side of the window where he stood, gently took the glass out of his hand, and drank the remaining wine, he watched me, his gaze lowered, dark, intense, as if he couldn’t wait to hold me.
I dropped the empty glass on the table, and tiptoed, succeeded in wrapping my arms around his neck, my breast in the lace bra p
