We're running late by the time we get to the car show because Caroline wanted to get dolled up. And definitely not because I couldn't keep my hands to myself.
I take her hand as we walk to the expo center and the guy at the door waves us in. When we step inside I glance over to see her eyes light up and I'm happy that she's excited and not sad about today. It's important for her to be here, but I was worried that she might not be ready. I give her hand a little squeeze and she winks at me.
Goddamn is my woman beautiful. She looks like a pinup from the 1950s with the red bandana in her hair. She's got on a white top that's off the shoulder, red short-shorts, and red heels with cherries on them. I want to kiss her lips and mess up the lipstick she so carefully applied, but I know if I do I
