I roll my eyes dramatically so she can see. “I realize that. You know what I mean.”
“Harper, you could show up wearing a unicorn onesie and Marcus would love it because it’s you.”
I flop backward onto my bed and let the towel fall off my head. “Well, the goal is to maybe have some good sex tonight, so maybe not a unicorn onesie.”
Angie gasps. “Finally! You’re finally admitting how you feel about Marcus. Thank God!”
“Okay, I’m hanging up on you. This conversation is no longer helpful to me.”
“Wait!” Angie stops me. “Wear your black leather leggings with the white bodysuit that dips low?—”
“That I can’t wear a bra with?”
She smiles back at me, sipping from her water bottle that is the size of my head. Things you need to do when you’re pregnant, I guess. “That’s the one. Throw in that black blazer of yours, and Marcus will be wanting to pull the car over and have sex before dinner.”
“I don’t think I’m the only one who will be having sex tonight.”
Angie winces. “Please. Troy will not be getting anywhere near me until this baby comes. I feel like a beached whale. If this baby doesn’t come before Christmas, I’m going to cry.”
“I guarantee Troy does not care, Ang. Go get some from your husband so I don’t have to divulge everything Marcus and I do tonight.”
She points a finger at me. “As long as you get some.”
“Bye, Ang.”
“Love you!”
I end the call and dig out the outfit from my closet that I want to wear tonight. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this. The sheer, lace overlay is the perfect complement for the black faux-leather leggings.
I dry my hair and add some curls to the ends before putting on a little bit of makeup. Nothing excessive, but it helps me feel like my suit of armor is in place.
That no matter what happens tonight, things will be okay.
Because I’m going on a date with Marcus.
I slide on my bodysuit, thankful it has a built-in bra, sonothing spills out. Putting on my blazer, I fluff my hair and step in front of the mirror.
Perfect.
The bodysuit hints at what’s underneath and the leggings? They make my ass look fantastic…if I do say so myself.
I put an extra spritz of perfume on my chest. It’s the same perfume I’ve worn since college. The jasmine scent always used to drive Marcus crazy. I’m hoping for the same effect tonight.
Checking my phone, I’m giddy that Marcus should be here any minute. Stepping into my heels, I throw everything in my purse and drop down onto the couch.
I’m antsy. I don’t think I was this nervous on my actual first date with Marcus. In college, I just knew it would work out. I had a bone-deep sense that we would be together forever.
As sure as I knew the sun would come up every morning.
There’s so much baggage between the two of us now, that it’s hard to separate that out. I know exactly what I want with this man. It might seem fast to anyone on the outside looking in, but is it when you’ve spent seven years missing this person?
A knock comes at my door, startling me out of my thoughts.
Right on time.
Never one to take my safety for granted, I check the peephole. Marcus is standing there looking as sexy as ever. Rolled-up sleeves expose his sexy forearms. His hands are stuffed into his dark jeans as he waits for me to answer the door.
He looks nervous. Knowing that Marcus is feeling the exact same way as me has me swinging open the door.
