Page 103 of Love Undecided
“I like staring at you. And you’re going to need to get used to it because I’m going to be staring at you every chance I get for years and years to come,” he says. “Besides, what do you need to concentrate on?”
“I have to wash my hair and my body and stuff.”
“I’ll wash your hair and body and stuff,” he says, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“No funny business. I’m pretty sure my vagina is broken, and I'm going to be bowlegged for weeks.”
He stands, sets his coffee down, and moves toward me, a wicked smile on his face. “No funny business, I promise.”
Forty minutes later, having engaged in just enough funny business with Brad to put a smile on my face and a spring in my step, I am dressed and out the door.
I matched my outfit to my sunny new mood: blue/orange/red floral maxi skirt, white tank top, and jean jacket. I left my hair down to let it dry wavy, and paired my outfit with chunky jewelry, jeweled Egyptian style flat sandals, and my super cute straw Kate Spade purse that I bought last week through a 70% off Facebook sale.
