After I'd showered and decided what to wear, which was harder than it sounded, I don't know why I was so worried about what to wear. Brax has never complained about anything that I wear. to think about it, he's never complained about anything when it comes to me.
I slip into a simple black dress that hugs my curves in all the right places and pair it with some strappy heels. I take one last look in the mirror, fixing my hair and makeup before heading down to the kitchen. I want to look my best for him so he remembers why he fell for me in the first place.
As I enter the empty kitchen, I see Brax standing by the stove, a glass of wine in hand as he looks over at me. The dim lighting casts a soft glow around him, making him look even more handsome than usual. He smiles warmly at me, his
