Evan paused in the doorframe of their bedroom and as he watched Nicole lean into the mirror to apply a touch of mascara, he wished they had just cancelled their plans and spent the night in together, alone. Her dark brown eyes stared intensely into the mirror not noticing him standing in his towel staring at her, and for the first time in a while, a moment felt out of routine. He tried to remember the last time he had just stood and watched her, relaxed and content, without a thought to what time it was or who they were supposed to meet or where they were supposed to be. Her slender body looked amazing in the dark purple halter top and black skirt that she was wearing. Her dark hair rested delicately on her tanned shoulders. She looked amazing.
Without so much as a glance over at him, she said, "Hurry up and get dressed. They will be here any minute." Evan walked up behind her and threw his bare arms around her waist, holding her close as she tried to adjust her halter top over her petite breasts. He could feel himself becoming aroused at the thought of a quickie, a race to feed their passions before their friends arrived, but Nicole pushed his hands away and shot him a dirty look as she walked towards the bedroom door. "They will be here ANY minute," and just like that the moment was officially gone.
A few years earlier her tone might have been more mischievous and playful, as though she were excepting the challenge, but now her words were unmistakably admonishing. Their relationship wasn't bad by any means, but after being together four years, it had become comfortable. He loved her and was even starting to put some serious thought into proposing. He was pretty sure that she was "the one," but that initial spark and urgency had faded. If they didn't have sex now, they could always do it later tonight or even tomorrow. They seemed to have sex now when it was convenient, not necessarily when their desire was too strong to contain.
Evan looked in the mirror, taking his time to get dressed, almost in a subconscious, "see we had plenty of time to fuck kind of way." He was about 6 feet tall with a chiseled looking frame that was more lean than bulky. He slid on his boxer briefs, then a pair of khaki pants before sitting on the bed to slip on his shoes. When the doorbell rang, he sprang to his feet, pulled his sweater on over his head and ran some gel through his short, spiked brown hair. He took one last look into the mirror, before heading downstairs to meet their guests.
Without so much as a glance over at him, she said, "Hurry up and get dressed. They will be here any minute." Evan walked up behind her and threw his bare arms around her waist, holding her close as she tried to adjust her halter top over her petite breasts. He could feel himself becoming aroused at the thought of a quickie, a race to feed their passions before their friends arrived, but Nicole pushed his hands away and shot him a dirty look as she walked towards the bedroom door. "They will be here ANY minute," and just like that the moment was officially gone.
A few years earlier her tone might have been more mischievous and playful, as though she were excepting the challenge, but now her words were unmistakably admonishing. Their relationship wasn't bad by any means, but after being together four years, it had become comfortable. He loved her and was even starting to put some serious thought into proposing. He was pretty sure that she was "the one," but that initial spark and urgency had faded. If they didn't have sex now, they could always do it later tonight or even tomorrow. They seemed to have sex now when it was convenient, not necessarily when their desire was too strong to contain.
Evan looked in the mirror, taking his time to get dressed, almost in a subconscious, "see we had plenty of time to fuck kind of way." He was about 6 feet tall with a chiseled looking frame that was more lean than bulky. He slid on his boxer briefs, then a pair of khaki pants before sitting on the bed to slip on his shoes. When the doorbell rang, he sprang to his feet, pulled his sweater on over his head and ran some gel through his short, spiked brown hair. He took one last look into the mirror, before heading downstairs to meet their guests.