“Because,” I say, reaching down to take her palm in mine. I lift it to my lips, kissing the back of her hand. “You will overthink every outfit you lay eyes on. I’m going to pick for you.”
Hannah scoffs. “No, you aren’t.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Thomas,” she whines, but I notice she doesn’t stop walking toward the building.
“Am I wrong?”
She groans. “Fine, you’re not wrong, but you don’t have to pick for me. I can do it myself.”
“Alright, freckles. Either way, I’m coming. I’ll help stop the inevitable overthinking.”
She doesn’t deny it as we walk into the building and to her apartment. When she opens the door, she leads us directly to her bedroom. I take in her apartment more as we walk. There’s no real theme in terms of decor, but it’s fitting for her. Lots of pictures of her with her family, including photos of her with her parents when she was younger. She doesn’t talk about her parents much, but when she does, it’s subtle things, like old family traditions, or the way her mom used to make a crazy cake every year on her birthday. All things that are important, but don’t hurt Hannah too much to talk about.
Her bedroom is tidy, but the bed is unmade. I sit down on the edge of it, gesturing at her to look in her closet. She’s wearing a pair of leggings and one of my T-shirts, and as much as I don’t want her to change, I get it. She doesn’t want to wear that to meet my parents, and I do love her in sundresses.
She pulls a light blue striped dress out of the closet and holds it up. “Too fancy?” she asks.
“Perfect,” I reply, eager to see her in it.
“You would say that for anything I pick,” she says with a roll of her eyes.
“True, but still. It’s not too fancy. It’s just right.”
“I’ll go change.”
She heads into the bathroom, coming out a few moments later with the dress on.
I swear, my mouth waters and my cock throbs, growing hard in my jeans. “Oh, fuck,” I groan.
“What? Is it bad?” Hannah panics.
“No, fuck no,” I say, standing and adjusting myself. “It’s gorgeous.” Striding over to her, I grip her hips, pulling her to me. There’s three buttons running vertically down her bust.
“Do these unbutton?” I ask, unable to tear my gaze from her cleavage.
Hannah laughs, swatting my hand from where it’s trailing down the buttons. “No, you goon. They’re fake.”
“Damn,” I say with a sigh. “You look beautiful, baby.”
“Thank you,” she says with a smile, tilting her chin and kissing my lips deftly. She put on a little mascara while in the bathroom, as well as a hint of light pink lipstick. It’s gorgeous.
“Can you help me with the tie in the back?” she asks, turning around. I tie the bow at her back, and squeeze her delicious ass when I’m done.
“Maybe we can be a few minutes late,” I say, pulling her into my body. Her back is to my front, and I press my hard cock into her ass. My hand runs across her soft belly, sliding up to cup her breasts. “I think I need a taste of you before we go.”
“Thomas!” She pulls out of my hold. “We cannot be late.”
“Yes, we can, they won’t care! Plus, I think you could use a little stress relief,” I argue, waggling my brows.
“Thomas,” she whines. “We can’t.”
“Fine, fine,” I say, adjusting my cock again. “Later.”
“Later,” she confirms, grabbing her phone from the bed and sliding on a pair of sandals before heading out of her bedroom. I hang back forjuuusta second, watching the sway of her ass as she leaves. I can’t help it.
My girlfriend is perfect.
