My hair has grown, but not enough for me to do anything with it.
Going back into the bedroom, I lay the dress out on the bed before I take a shower. When I have a matching pair of underwear on, I sit down at my dressing table and get all my makeup products ready.
I’m still experimenting with what looks best on me, and not wanting to mess things up, I stick to a natural look but add wings at the sides of my eyes.
I swipe some lip gloss on and look at my reflection.
“Yuki?” Augusto calls right outside my door, and before I can reply, he comes in.
Freezing on the stool, I stare at him with wide eyes while his eyebrows almost fly into his hairline.
“Fuck.” His eyes drift over me, then he repeats, “Fuuccck.”
“You’re early,” I manage to say.
He doesn’t tear his heated gaze away from my body as he replies, “I sent you a text.”
My heart begins to thump faster against my ribs. “I’m almost ready.”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “For the date or to take things to the next level.”
Seeing a mischievous glint in his eyes, I know he’s teasing, but the question has me inspecting my heart.
Am I ready?
I don’t know. Every time I think about having sex, I get super nervous.
I’ve been working hard not to be awkward when it comes to the romantic aspect of our marriage.
Feeling self-conscious, I get up and walk to the bed, noticing how Augusto’s eyes stay locked on me. He watches as I put on the dress, then comes closer to pull the zipper up for me.
Standing behind me, he brushes his palms up and down my arms while pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “You’re fucking beautiful.” His breath fans over my skin, causing goose bumps toappear. “Every inch of you.” One of his hands snakes around my front and settles over my abdomen, right by the waistband of my panties.
My heart thunders and breaths rush over my lips while anticipation rushes through my veins.
Suddenly, he lets go of me and stalks to the door, his voice hoarse as he says, “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
I slap a hand over my racing heart while catching my breath.
I didn’t want him to pull away.
Once my heart rate is back to normal, I check my makeup and put on my shoes. I retrieve one of the new handbags, and getting my phone from the bathroom, I tuck it inside while I head downstairs.
I find Augusto standing in front of one of the paintings he put up for me, staring at the landscape. My heels tap on the tiles, and it draws his attention to me.
He holds his hand out, and I notice his eyes are dark with desire. As I place my palm in his, I revel in the way he looks at me, a smile forming on my face.
Without saying a word, he leads me through the sliding doors in the living room, and we follow a path to the driveway.
When I see a limousine, I can’t stop myself from grinning.
Augusto opens the door and waits for me to get in before he joins me.
As the limo begins to move, I say, “Thank you for doing this for me.”
“You’re welcome, my little shapeshifter.”
He doesn’t use the term of endearment a lot, but when he does, it warms my heart.
