Anticipation
Counting down to you
I never expected that the spark of our love story would be ignited by the connection in our gaze.
And yet, here we stand, mere moments away from the union of two hearts.
O, the torment of sweet anticipation! My eyes seem fixated on the clock as if the sheer intensity of my desire alone could make you come to me sooner.
It feels like I am floating on a cloud these days immersed in a world where only the two of us exist.
My hair stylist merrily prattled on without me catching a single word because I was too busy replaying our conversation in my mind and wearing a big, whimsical smile.
He likely figured out the reason.
When the perceptive nail technician inquired if I had something special coming up whilst applying a fire engine red nail polish to my toes, my cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of crimson.
Oh my, caught once again!
I have never been good at hiding my feelings. Now, even more so. They are laid bare for all the world to see.
But you already know that.
I steal another glance at the clock again while my fingers glide over the outfit resting on the bed tracing a path to the enticing silk of the garter belt just begging to be worn.
It is time, finally.
As I secure the garter belt securely around my waist and gently slip my toes into the stocking, my mind is picturing the plane beginning its descent, drawing you steadily closer to me.
The clothes go on next followed by a quick spritz of perfume on my wrists and behind my ears.
For an overwhelming second there, I hesitate.
What if…?
But then I stopped myself. I remember you are with me and for me.
I take a deep breath.
I am ready.
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