After he assisted me into the dress, he threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt himself.
Then he fell back onto the bed and pulled me to his chest.
We panted from the marathon, still wrapped in the euphoria of our release.
“Good night, love,” he whispered.
Our eyes met and we shared a smile.
“Good night,” I replied.
The last thing I remembered were the twinkling stars, before my eyes fluttered to sleep.
I dozed.
Dreamed of the fun we had tonight... myself stripping for him.
Then my lashes fluttered open.
It was morning.
The sun peeked over the horizon, and I was alone in bed, wrapped in a blanket.
Yawning, I lifted my head.
My banquet dress was gone... so were my shoes.
The entire fly bridge had been cleaned up with no traces of our glasses or the ice bucket.
“Good morning,
