Cleo moved into the bedroom, nervous as she changed and fixed her face and hair. She wanted to be beautiful for the man she loved and she never ever felt confident she was.
Quinn sat on the sofa, waiting for Cleo. He wondered what she meant by ‘something slinkier’.
“OK” Cleo’s tone was nervous
He rose and moved into the bedroom, opening his mouth to say something in response to her nervous tone but whatever he was about to say disappeared from his brain at the sight of her. “Oh…. Wow..” Quinn blinked at her, unable to stop his eyes moving over her form.
“Wow? Really?”
“Mhm, wow. You look… amazing.”
“I...OK...Really?”
Quinn quirked a smile and moved closer to her. “Yes. Really,” he said before leaning in to kiss her, slow and deep.
Cleo leaned into him, easing her arms around him.
“Damn, Clee… where did you.. when did you..?”
“You swim a lot and you sleep deep.”
Quinn kissed her again before his gaze dropped to look at her form again.
“I was really nervous...I’ve never really done this before...”