When I toddle out into the retail area in high heels, I can see Eric there holding some shopping bags in one hand and checking out the men's designer socks with the other. His brow is furrowed as he perused the socks and there was something so magnetic about him that I couldn't stop observing him. I still feel anxious about approaching him, butterflies flittering like crazy in my stomach from all the nerves. I forgot for a moment that Chenille was right behind me and only recall his presence when he coughs loudly, clearing his throat.
His loud cough catches Eric's attention and he looks our way. Our eyes meet and then I witness the mild surprise on his face when he finally sees me. His gaze is slow and languid as it starts from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. His lips curve in
