Fifty: RowynThis look was even more intense than the “I want to eat you” one. I didn't have a name for it yet, but I liked it. This was what I needed. I needed to get lost with him. Just to forget everything.
“Do you like it? It fits perfect.” I did a twirl to show him the full effect of the top he'd bought me. I wasn't sure how long I was going to leave him standing there before I told him my mom was at a delivery and T was with a babysitter.
“Yeah.” I didn't think his clipped response had anything to do with him not having an opinion, and everything to do with his eyes bulging out of his head.
“Come upstairs, I gotta grab my jacket.”
“Are you going to make me wait on the steps?”
I held my breath before answering, realizing this was sort of the point where if we weren't serious, we'd
